So are we playing games?
Like the dogs in the park
Being Indirect
Cause we aren’t speaking
The momentary silence
Cause there’s nothing else to do
Are you blown?
Or is it that I won’t blow my cool
For you
That is gets under your skin
Putting in involuntary work
But you can’t seem to find the right time to
Make me go ballistic
Don’t be an idiot
I’m trying to sound illiterate
And you are on level one
For what
Get past what you hear
For the voices in your ear
Have no senses
But you listen, even though
You have a mind of your own
Try to find the beat
That you want to live with
Walk on your own two feet
And find forgiveness
With me
So that I can be at Peace
