just stay turned for one more second, just turn around for one last second.
i used to think i was superman, fly around in my pajamas. emotional traumas stored in my hump like a llama's. preparing for the desert. i may have been clever but common sense was severed. it makes sense in dry weather to store up water but as i slaughter these voices sans choices, moist tissues, and voiced issues, i may have overdone it. i'm racing my lifetime and i'm afraid i've overrun it. i'm sorry, i thought that's what you wanted. live to be a hundred. my dreams plundered by your survival tactics. lifelong emphatics and stresses undue. is it any surprise depression ensued? even picasso came out of the blue and i can too. and i owe it all to you. all of it.
in just one minutes, one second, less than a day i'll be okay. going out into the world in my own way with my own things to say. you've taken me far enough, just let me pack my stuff and i'll be out of your way. you've been with me since my birthday and all the days after that. it's time to tip my hat, kiss the cat and get in the car. no matter how far i go, you'll always know that i love you.