.:spears of calliflour:.

i'm right.
and everything in spite, try to convince me other wise
[im rightrightrightrightright]
though everything in parenthesis is wrong,
like this sadsaidsong, like a pingpong minus, subtract,
divde the ping-portion of the pong
wink and blink, and just go along.
nod.
every so politely. pretend, im your friend,
no broken heart, no need to mend..
what's your name again?
oh well, isn't that swell, what the hell!
a cup of conversation is nice,
but i'd rather eat rice, or hot dogs, or anything
to avoid complicated complications involved in conversating
with you.
kind of like algebra at level 5,000
anyways, apparently, it's not the sea that we flea
it's the see, like s-e-e...
to see like in s-e-e, would unplease the eye
if youre gonna look, then you might as well try
but i told you so, so don't cast your crystal complaints to me
when youre blinded by unradiant rays of ultra sunlight
anyways. like i said.
i'm right, but in an all matter of fact..
there is so much I lack.and so much i do to much
i laugh to much. i cry to much. i anger to much.
i see to much. i think to much. i feel to much.
I AM TOO MUCH.
and just like this song,
and just like the pingpong
the reality of it is
i am wrong