Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Tart Pop Tart

Let's talk about your funeral again.
You say no one will give a shit
But won't it be fun to make some plans?
Then write your own obituary--
Death will never be this scary.
Woe, woe, woe, woe.

I'm becoming introverted again.
Withdrawing is so easy
With the movies playing inside my head.
Always the protaginista,
Ready for my close-up, Mistah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

They're talkin' 'bout my problems again.
I've never known so many who
Could live a life without any sin.
A know-it-all, a pessimist--
The surface is not all of this.
No, no, no, no thank you.

Thank you for enlightening me.