Strapped suspenders slapped splash of insecurity
Easiest to screw it up with a lack of surety
The common turn of phrase is seeing is believing
But the truth of it is that what we see can be deceiving

Capped pens upended pages smacked with incredulity
Attitude miscontrues it up due to undue cruelty
After so many years of it, disappointment seems our duty
Maybe if we stopped seeking it, it wouldn’t grow so fruitfully

An optical illusion there’s duality in our analysis
thoughtful inconclusion is just fueling our paralysis
artful disillusionment and our doom are not analogous
garbled on a fusion of our two sides of the same abyss

Worrying into absurdity, currying favor with destruction
Hurrying deferred pity, burying braver deductions
Blurring immaturities, stirring graver obstructions
Spurring a disturbed ditty, demurring staves reconstruction


Nervewracking about an interview
makes me feel I don’t know what to do
makes me feel my spit turn into glue
makes me feel suddenly much less than you

get in the way of my own shoes
I’m a spaz who ain’t got much to lose
I’ma pass if this job’s such a snooze
Didn’t ask but I’m a touch confused



No more running ragged all up in my brain
Ain’t no cunning tactic, just keeps me the same

Gotta be chasing after things that make me swoon
Reach for the moon,
finely attuned verbosity, I pursue my curiosity

Grow sore sunning in jagged oceans of my shame
Backdoor stunner hack new levels in the game

My lot’s erasing rafters raise up to the beams
Wake up my dreams
Finally defused atrocity, unconfused my honed precocity

No more shunning a nagging notion of my fame
Paint a running gag that brags of my good name

Not to be wasting laughter, brings me home to soon
No more cocoon
Divinely misused monstrosity, why not use my own ferocity?

Known before now from my doubt I should abstain
What’s the point if I don’t believe in my own saying

Plot to be hastening after that which I believe
I should receive
Not pomposity to presume I’m owed what’s got to be



Nervewracking about an interview
makes me feel I don’t know what to do
makes me feel my spit turn into glue
makes me feel suddenly much less than you

get in the way of my own shoes
I’m a spaz who ain’t got much to lose
I’ma pass if this job’s such a snooze
Didn’t ask but I’m a touch confused

Have a hard time putting on the rouse
Gotta do what feels right in these shoes
Gotta be just me what else to choose
Gotta take me as is or just lose

I can’t stand the feeling of being a noob
Takes me back to bastardly baby plays
Makes me stack the catastrophes of my ways
Shakes me back to my dastardly denial days