Gold Star

Controlling the movement of my mortality Brutal prison is sanity Blew the lid off my vanity Chasing a stupor till I can't Get no less lucid Because that's how we do it I liken myself to Bueller I'd like a girl that could lose me Fight with ego and lose bright as Helios Lie on my feet complete revolutions Hide the meaning in music As far as beating up booths Beacon wrote the book and ain't proofread In Babylon booling musing at blueprint I'm satisfied brooding it's lil moonbeam Swoop and scooping up loose dreams Smooth as snoop with my new thing Who complain about my mood swings Who can say I'm not hookah the way I'm blew through those blue themes Cruising through these obstacles Try to elude my nightmares but I'm Rooted there my eyes closed And I'm thrashing What will await me ain't my complaint A Lack of passion is safe but I ain't chasing after plaintive Feels I'm bracing for my failure I'm Not brave enough to tame And every day that I awake it's A new danger that I face And I like claiming that I'm blanking but got Pages upon pages of full paper that I waste looking for phrases that placate all Of the frailty of my psyche I'm a failure under light Underlying accountability issues that I fight I'm supplying the endless similes And critics I'm inviting I'm just trying to acquaint their Vision with images in mine