Close the mirror and open the windows

Because damn, it can't be that hard

Ta actually do something wrong.

And damn the dam won't break into flowers

in the rain.

Because clicking keys of music filled work

Serve to vomit out my frustration.


I need dirt.


I wish (don't you wish) that things

All of these thrills

Would come without no work.

But life sucks- welcome to the angst filled world.


But I won't talk about love,

The whole thing's so redundant that

All you have to do…


We're getting off the point.


So, now I've had a little moan

I can lick it off my doors,

wrap it up and throw it out the window.