Forenoon - The Procussions, Beatsofreen

I’m afraid of what she means to me

I’m ashamed of how mean I can be

I bow scene after scene

I’m proud, being like me is loud

Defending a cloud

Pretending that I’m seen by a crowd

How to handle a narcissist caught in his own reflection

Vandalize it with causes that cost him his own rejection

Only for a second though as if to check the rope

Before you swing into the air and let it go

Moving glaciers is our human nature

Snowmen I seek no man grooming his nomenclatures

I need a silent time to dim a vibrant mind

Dare me in the dark scare me with the light I find

Like in a diamond mine these round brilliant brown filaments eyes

They find me and my villain disguise

Now who am I to despise myself

And love me at the same time, realize thyself

Mapped by all senses trapped by all tenses

Clap by all means it weans the apprehensive

The all seeing defenses bat at all things it deems offensive

Drew a pistol when just a kiss will do

Even when I can’t stand you I miss you too

See the world like a missile do

Never stalling in the launch or pausing in the arch

Just falling to a home I built leaving it charred

Breathing is hard

The wheezing I disregard

There’s only one reason

Charge

I mean glory

I mean charge like in Glory

Glory as in the mornings

She charge me in the light and write in me a story

Till morning turns to night

And I cease to charge

Give me peace and a reason to recharge

Safety, this is what it made me

New world no escape key

Shake me like a baby if I cry too much

Fell in love with a world but she lied too much

Fell in love with a girl who’s eyes do touch

Who’s hands do see

Who finds me clutched

To this stool

To this side of the pool

My cars outside

Cool

Putting on my face

Because everybody’s miming

The bar is just an honest place

Where everybody’s lying

Odd timing when I’m telling a joke

To keep the swelling in my throat

From developing hope

Who’s selling me that soap but a bloke in the mire

Throwing me his pitch as coach and umpire

Came to get a hit with his throat on fire

He came blaming the rich for a blown out tire

I said I’m quite certain we in a light curtain

Staring into the night like is this mic working

I fight versions of me to find the right person

See how his sight serves him and if he likes Gershwin

Certainly it’s him

Certainty is thin

Sure as the shylock working me within

I call a truce

Found the exit in the excuse

The fit noose getting loose

With every sipped goose

The golden droplet

Hold it hostage in an eyebrow

Bulging sockets only profit

When you lie down

Putting on a face

Cus everyone is miming

The bar is just an honest place

Where every body’s lying

In outer space a fire timing

Higher climbing

Throwing silver to the sky lining

Good morning