- Phonetics

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November 12, 2015

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Good Morning, I can feel your feet and they are twitching
When my feet twitch, it means that I'm upset
Goodnight, I can feel your body, it is moving
When my body moves like that it means I'm depressed
 
A movie? No, I don't think that I could handle a movie
If I did anything else I think my head would implode
Phonetics? Oh, well that sounds like an interesting major
You see I have a lisp so they've troubled me my whole life
 
All the consequences sent to all the awkward places
Sent to all the awkward places I am too
And all of these emotions buried deep in emotional oceans
You spend the rest of your life finding out what they do
 
Collective? No, I've never heard of the collective
But if that's what you like I'm sure I'll like it too
 
Institution? No, I've never fought the institution
I'm scared of all the bad things they might do
 
And when I reach out my hand
You don't, you don't, you don't understand
They never understand just for one night understand
 
Comfort, comfort I want to comfort you
And tell you all the good things that I can do
With my thighs, my hips, my mouth, my lips for you
 
All the consequences sent to all the awkward places
Sent to all the awkward places I am too
And all of these emotions buried deep in emotional oceans
You spend the rest of your life finding out what they do
 
Pent up, my self-expression is absolving me
Of all the bad things that I used to be, of all the bad things that I used to be
 
Effeminate whine, I called across and wrote over the phone
And we are, we are, we are alone; we are, we are alone
 
An off-white smile, too much to swallow all alone
To much to swallow all alone
 
When I leave here tomorrow or today; please don't say that shit's okay
Even your mother knows it not okay
It's not okay
 
All the consequences sent to all the awkward places
Sent to all the awkward places I am too
And all of these emotions buried deep in emotional oceans
You spend the rest of your life finding out what they do
 
After your clothes have spoken, and your temperament is token
Then you truly are the fakest one I know
All the words I'm using I am very carefully choosing
So as not to take a poet's point of view

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