2 oct 2012

it isn't that i mean for things to come out like they do,
that's just the way they are inside my head.
take it, babe, or can leave it doesn't matter which you choose -
still, i say the stuff what needs be said.

yesterday's tomorrow is tomorrow's yesterday,
but you knew that one already i would bet.
thoughts like hopscotch froggie balls are leaping down the way,
what's next could be the one, the best one yet.

but you have since stopped listening to what i'm saying here,
you're bored and moving on to something else.
ironic that you are the one who sought me out, my dear.
in conclusion nothing really rhymes with else.