I wonder what it's like to know that I make the rain
I'd store it in boxes with little yellow tags on everyone
And you can come see them when I'm...done, when I'm
Done
I wonder what it's like to be a superhero
I wonder where I'd go if I could fly around downtown
From some other planet, I get this funky high on yellow
Sun
Boy I bet my friends will all be...stunned, they're stunned
Straight up, what did you hope to learn about here
If I were someone else, would this all fall apart
Strange, where were you, when we started this gig,
I wish the real world, would just stop hassling me
I wonder what it's like to be the head honcho
I wonder what I'd do if they all did just what I said
I'd shout out an order, I think we're out of this man get
me some
Boy don't make me wanna change my...tone, my tone
Please don't change, please don't break
The only thing that seems to work at all is you
Please don't change, at all from me
To you, and you to me
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what old entries. i didn't know they were gone.
god. i used to be so young. and now i'm so old, i think. but i also think i've gotten good at avoiding thinking about the future and suppressing all the panic associated with it. hooray. i really feel like thumbing my nose at success and achievement and all that conventional self-preoccupied bullshit. but that is only the foolish rebellious part of me that surfaces briefly every once in awhile and then faithfully retreats. do you bite your thumb at me, sir? i do not bite my thumb at you, sir. but i bite my thumb.
i smell sex and candy here
who's that lounging in my chair
who's that casting devious stares in my direction
mama this surely is a dream