When I write a bunch of shit

That doesn't make any sense

Claim I've got this vision

And there's something wrong with you if you don't get it

And if you don't get me

You don't get me

Get me?

I can ramble like I've lost it

But really I'm a genius

Masquerading as a nut job

Waiting for someone fool enough

To believe this shit is real

And that I mean it

And feel it

And that it makes perfect sense to me

And it should to you too if you're anybody

What can I say?

I can't help being so f-ing poetic