Half A Bagel With (Lite) Cream Cheese

ive been doing some thinking thinking about how
much different my life could be now what if i had
known then what i know now would i be a better
person for letting my true colors shine through
like little crystalline shards of what used to
be my heart or could i just forget any of that
stupid poetic bullshit thats all my life is now a
boring tasteless world like lite cream cheese on
half a bagel who even eats lite cream cheese
i dont even like cream cheese so what am i
complaining about war stupid people that
ride in convertibles on rainy days like stormy
nights always last forever there i go with the
fucking poetry again pointless like a dull
pencil damn thats why you should use computers
to write a tale tall tales of love and all that
jazz great gatsby era music i dont listen to
jazz either so why should i care i keep repeating
like a never ending train that rolls into the
night that was a good one like the time you fell
on your ass in front of the guy you liked yeah
and everyone thinks youre straight straight as
a pretzel with mustard pretzels with mustard
just sounds gross ever notice how the word gross
just has a nasty sound to it there i go again
being observant as shit in a plugged-up john
now that was really gross who else comes up with
this stuff but me must be the late hour but
its only 12:27 in the morning light my fire ooh
the doors i wonder how they came up with the
doors i wonder how much different it wouldve
been if they were the windows to the soul or
some corny bullshit like that pretty funny
looking like a monkey i never really got into
the whole liking monkeys craze theyre just
monkeys for chrissakes i should be nicer to my
brother but he can be an asswipe at time like
these hey another song that never ends like
when people leave their alarm clocks on over
the weekend is not even close to being here which
sucks major ass im sick of school days and nights
in white satin there i go again with songs for the
deaf which happens to be a cd by queens of
the stone age interesting name for a band of
gypsys tramps and thieves im on a roll of dice
equaling 12 or less that what im really worth
ever wonder how much money youre worth like
if you wanted to sell yourself on ebay and nobody
bid on you id feel like shit if that happened so
i wouldnt do that if i were you naughty boy
you should always listen to your mommy knows
best so dont try ignoring that ticking in your ear