Told You

I am World class

I'm a pain in the ass

Enters the chimp with a lit match

And a bottle of gas

Thumbs grey with ash

And a bag of stamp, black

With resin on my hand

I infer myself from reactions of people around

Wake up from a lay in to a hard day

Of pacing the floor

Each door supposes a future self

Behind which, tell me, does history not eat itself alive?

I'm blind

Half blind

No, I'm not blind at all

It's not when will he learn

But when will he act on it

The mad cat just made off with the stash

Resculpting my tash

Just to hide the fact my cheeks are fat

I illuminate my poetry by phone light past midnight

Lighter fluid to blindside prying

History is for the winners

Even the fact that I would think that makes me sigh

Burn all my books literally the second that I die

I like my head with heads pinned

Count the days without sin

Start again tomorrow just to reach the fabled one

I really have been something else

In pursuit my highest self

The silver spoon worked its way clean out of my mouth

The townsfolk sharpen their pitchfork

Just to chase me out of town

I never get why my career couldn't start and stick around

I never understand when people actually like my songs

I never understand why we all just play along

There's a deity and a chimpanzee waging a war in me

Little do they know

My ambivalence just took the back door

My ambitions are pure

Or purely cos it felt good

But when it opens like a rosebud

I'm the first to say it's God

I still wake up with my soul sat like a crone on my esophagus

That didn't stop me though

The verdict didn't change a thing

The doctor says I'm 'probably fine'

But I know sometimes I'm burning alive

Ambitions pure

Or purely cos I wanted to

Or sometimes just to see what happens when I do

Or sometimes just to test if the people who love me still would

Oh, my history's drenched through like a whore

I didn't have lives just to give myself to every one

But find myself fumbling at this one

Just for things to do

And in creation like Love or songs

The noise reached a fever pitch and I couldn't stop it if I tried

My parents are looking older

I hate the fucking television

But every screen's the same

Bah, bah, goes the train

I'm the centre of existence and I'm bound to the tube

I live in the recesses my ego abides

Man, it's as big as the Moon

Remember I told you

Burn all my books literally the second that I die