Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
Words spill out of me at every moment.
it's so hard to keep them all in check.
sometimes i wish I had a log in my brain
just so I could remember all the things
that I want to tell everyone.
From the killer hip-hop that blares on my radio,
to the straight-aways that I drive on,
2 am has never felt so alive.
It all makes sense to me in my head,
but thanks to assignments and a raging libido,
they get pushed back,
and dissapear into my subconscious
only to be retrieved at the worst possible time.
Give me the capability to write while driving,
or give me the $$ to hire someone to write down all
my verbal rantings.
Just let me have a device
that records all my thoughts,
all my words,
all my realizations.
Let me keep my thoughts
and hold onto them like a mother clutching
her children during a tornado.
Don't let them dissapear into a cloud
of nothingness.
Keep my words alive.
it's so hard to keep them all in check.
sometimes i wish I had a log in my brain
just so I could remember all the things
that I want to tell everyone.
From the killer hip-hop that blares on my radio,
to the straight-aways that I drive on,
2 am has never felt so alive.
It all makes sense to me in my head,
but thanks to assignments and a raging libido,
they get pushed back,
and dissapear into my subconscious
only to be retrieved at the worst possible time.
Give me the capability to write while driving,
or give me the $$ to hire someone to write down all
my verbal rantings.
Just let me have a device
that records all my thoughts,
all my words,
all my realizations.
Let me keep my thoughts
and hold onto them like a mother clutching
her children during a tornado.
Don't let them dissapear into a cloud
of nothingness.
Keep my words alive.
