once i do what i need to do maybe i'll get good grades,
have time to walk around the city,
possibly take a break,
find out what a rest is,
and not mention who i miss;
maybe i'll find someone else
once i change my heart.


one day i'll be organized.
maybe soon,
maybe when i
turn into a grandmother overnight,
maybe it happened long ago,
and Denial's crept into my soul.
maybe i'm not the person i think.
maybe i won't rhyme for you to read through cries
and erase yourself within the patterns.

place to place we walk and chase the same things faster than others pacing sometimes.
man, we can't handle ourselves.
most complex i've ever seen so beautiful
calm and serene i bet when you're alone you can't handle yourself.
you're throwing books into the air letting them land on your head.
do it again, slam your fist into the wall, and go to bed.
oooh i could picture it.
wait i'm living it until i change my heart.