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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