before I ever recorded my voice I wanted to make sure it was in tip-top shape put on some tea, a kettle with a fiery potion and I touched the microphone to my face recorded five takes of the song tried to really get my emotions through on that one I'm looking for a media man I can understand but all I got is something about a song in a song in a song My words don't carry more weight than the rest no arching columns of the poetic design if you hear them, you won't be moved, but don't worry I'm not either I've got no attitude I'm no AV wizard x(2.5) songs about love are love songs songs about drugs are drug songs songs about me are me songs and dumb songs are dumb songs somebody's going to think you're pretty interesting, but don't you think it's a bit much to be loved give me a yes with a little less enthusiasm and that no's going to have to be a bit softer when he comes you're expecting too much out of me you're a you're, but the R and U are too close together and the apostrophe looks wrong, damn it it was a Y-O-U-R your, what kind of person makes mistakes that don't last forever I'm no AV wizard x (?)

when I got home/stoned last night I felt a rush of new ideas like I do every time none of the thoughts stuck around they walked past me in a line before I could hear what they said, but one stuck around and he told me sure those boys didn't really give you a chance, but it's better than thinking nothing when you're sober that idea walked out my head I confess I had an addiction to building lego sets when I was a child I need more I was materialistic and selfish to the point of ingratitude towards my parents I felt that I deserved more legos I can't say that I feel the same as I did back then, but the part of me that craved those blocks remains I got some secrets I haven't told anybody but my high school orchestra teacher. I can feel my lips moving, but I can't feel yours when we're talking to each other about speakers and getting drunk tomorrow I'm sorry man, I just can't focus today I'm no good when it comes to thinking and speaking so I'll leave you to your plans if you can I'd like you to keep it down while I'm sleeping Each day I see myself in the mirror I can't help but feel the image is slightly further from God's than yesterday If I didn't see another mirror for the rest of my life would I lose the memories of my own face I see life through the smudges on my glasses If I wipe them away I will see clearly for a while but if they stay the people I see become blurred their faces clouded by my unwillingness to clean The visage of man was made in God's image but God didn't have any scars so man got hurt an made marks on his image and God got up and walked to the bars