sleepy jack

I decided to use the first line as the title. This is about trying to have sex but being too sad and thinking too much to get it up. I'm going to record this soon.

Your hands in my pants but there's too many thoughts in my head
And honestly the way you move your legs or your coy little smile,
Isn't even one of them, so I'm awkward and acting queer,
While I'm pretending to love kissing you from your neck to your ear,
But it's getting more difficult with each passing day
I write these lines but none of these thoughts are going away,
The power of these words isn't much they're written on napkins
And left to be blanketed by dust I'll never move away,
All the loves I've had have just been cracks in my heart,
But it's all my fault and thats why I can't look you in the eye,
So I say I'm just not ready, your eyes are the same color as another's,
So we curl up and watch the debates,
"Hey, this is god's land, lets get rid of the abortions and atheists,
And pray every night away and go to church on sundays."
And I wish I could vote but who do I go for?
A cowboy or a corporate whore,
They each feed us the same shit just riding on a different
Animal and wearing a different colored suit,
Red or blue, it won't change things for me and you,
So I think it's time we made a change but I'm too scared
To speak out loud cause I know the wrong words will all spill out
No matter how drunk I get it doesn't change the fact
It's now common knowledge we screwed ourselves over in Iraq
So let's undo what we did but pull for the impossible
And bring everyone straight back,
Build back every family we killed
And pull cities up from bombed ground,
But it won't happen cause the country is yours not ours,
And I just heard my friends going out to the middle east
And I don't know what to say to him so I just smile
And say "make you sure you come back."
I would scold him but at least he acts on his beliefs
As unfounded as they maybe,
So we'll keep sending our boys out here
And when I receive my invitation in the mail
I'll mail it back with a "no thank you."
Cause if we wait until the army's dead,
We'll will be waiting until we're old and gray,
And I just can't sit here and wait,
So when you send me my invitation
I'll mail it right back with a "no thank you"
And a second thought won't ever cross my mind,
Cause this whole things been a waste of time.

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I dyed my hair in a motel void met the coroner at the Dreamgate Frontier,
He took my hand said I'll help you boy if you really want to disappear.

pheurton

This guy should try pcp

TheCaster

you jump form sex to politics.... quite a combo i must say.. godly writing

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A soul in tension thats learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit

Trauma

It sounds too strange to read, but I like what you wrote about.

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