We're all a work in progress
Are you progressing work?
We're all a worth to process
How do you process your worth?
I went from H.I. to Playwrite
Unsavory crass piercings
To favoring rap lyrics
From raw stunts to AllOne
Depraved with my lashed skin
And burnt flaming hands in cinema
To cadence and fast rhythms
The aims of my past switching
From Johnny Knoxville (breaking my back living)
To Tennessee Williams
A beast with language of vast tinting
Menagerie glass prisms
Slave to the craft written
Note the factor: no matter
The PLACE of my ambition
My brain isn't stagnant
In a STATE of it's transition
Creative and grand visions
Hurricane and wingspan kissing
It's The Butterfly Effect
I was crazed in the beginning but then I tried to vent it
Dependent on making up planned fiction
With a wonder I invent
Now I'm clear-headed with ambiguous sad images
As how Shutter Island ended
And whenever I'm progressive, I accept it it's expected
We're all a work in progress
Are you progressing work?
We're all a worth to process
How do you process your worth?
Ideally I wish I'd whisper sweet nothings in your ears
But really I'll just speak so much you'll wish I wasn't there
My heart isn't encased in any sort of picture frame
It ripped the cage and slipped away, much like the Grinch's eh?
It's got a resting ridiculous rate of a thousand words a minute pace
And my words tend to escape me unexpectedly intense and insanely!
My birthday cards get lengthy and mushy quickly
Crammed cramped confessionals encouraging fulfilling living
They say more than most parents to their kids by fifty
It's to make up for not seeing you enough because I'm busy
And simply to amend that I'm too broke for gift giving
Silly and interesting, I scrawl em on the way home from the gift shop
My Kodak moment is the cutting-room-floor of Hitchc*ck
Most of my favorite clothing is thrift bought and more often than not
I get depressed instead of p*ssed off!
I'm just not the guy whose going to yell at you if we're fighting
It's actually unexciting: I'll talk rationally and nicely
'til you ask me to leave brightening, since I'm not dramatically enticing
"Where's the passion where's the lightening?"
Honestly
I find conflict frightening
And I'd rather tell you that I was wrong and that I hate myself in writing
Than turn beat red and pretend that I know the right thing
And whenever I'm rejected, I accept it, it's expected
We're all a work in progress
Are you progressing work?
We're all a worth to process
How do you process your worth?
Chrono-miser (afraid to waste time) as I spend
It's directly affecting my self-worth and value
Taxing my connections to fulfill personal objectives
Unable to find a balance and so I'm left in a deficit
Depressing. We've got all this baggage, but we ain't going anywhere
Take my leave of absence, can't move on I see you everywhere
So I take the pen(pin) out, feeling explosive (like a grenadier)
The last several years, regrets and fears exes spear through the middle
(like an asterisk) had you on my arm, as that tattoo is
You had to skip, now you're only on my mind, show me there's a sign
Totally despite supporters in my corner, I've been lonely in my life
There's a pulling in my throat, every breath I take
Heart is overworked, shackled by a heavy weight
Pressure behind my eyes like when a levy breaks
Wishing there's a penny placed there almost every day
My lips twitch, itching to frown, at any given minute now
I'll be six in the ground. Roots writhing around
We went from two peas within a pod to ruined beans that sit and rot
I choose to scream at mythic monstrous dubiously existent gods
Ship or water. Lip or dock. You never know the role you're cast...
On which side of that fishing rod! Here's a hint for ya'll
Maybe there's a different option, feel like I sink and bob
Bonded to lines that'll trick those caught
Even in difficult thoughts
My ending hope is to live out long
And give you citizens upon this coast and spinning rock
Some hope to grip upon
Keep em hooked. Stringing along. Singing songs
And whenever we're connected I accept it, it's expected