I can act the part

When I want to

The quirk comes out when I’m bored

They don’t know part of me enjoys

The look of what the fuck

Because I notice things others won’t and I say them outloud anyway

But you don’t know what’s really happening in my brain

I hide it away

If I tell you you won’t want it

But I think we’re all haunted

There’s no way I’m the only one who can hold a conversation with the sun

Pluck galaxies from the skies

See the messages as they arise

Right?

I say it’s my brand of crazy but I can’t be the only one who holds hands with the messenger just for fun

Or feels the gaze of the ♄ silent and warm

Fights with Mars to fight for him

Right?

The games they play don’t really involve us but I was involved by accident

When the door opened

I remember the door

I went to too many times

But I think they just let me inside

Yes I’m mildly psychic don’t get excited

I read the predetermined

And there is so little that is

So it’s not a good problem to have

Long ago lalala

Yes

I know

All I have to do to know the future is read the past

How long will this insanity last?

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