scratch my head

scratch my head
might drop dead
the bed
fucking feathers
measure the weather
dead bird heaven
eleven thirty
waking early
for us
the bus
left again
she'll walk to the place and find a bargain
if she can
wishes she were a man
he can
fucking do whatever man
roam free
be me
do things i wanna do, see?
this shit be
a place for me
to do creativety
creatively
forive me
im tired
and slightly wired
coke cans kill my calm
got the world in my palm
but dude
my mood
its bad
im sad
but glad
trying to keep from being mad
cause the world is fucking crazy
and im fuckin bein lazy
my mind is fuckin hazy
but youre fuckin amazing
we're just fucking lazing
but at least we're not imitating
like fucking kendall
full of bull
thoughts to mull
over