I call this one..Random Crap

well...the title says it all.

It's betternot to make sense
espeically when puttinga message
in a bottle
so put it in a box
throw it away
turn it off
get on some lights
be a crook
be a crack
addict-ed to addiction
obsessed with not being obsessed
born as no one
die as a nobody
rot like you're coming back
to smell that city life
release your misery into a machine
do it again and leave
what a way to save your pride in nothing
 'cause you aren't desperate for meaning
and neither am I
'cause we ain't cannibles but
maybe dogs eat dogs 
when they're stuck and can't get out
she says that she's falling deeper
into reason or into reverse
trying not to think about time
I don't need to try 'cause we are starting at square 1 
so we won't need to reverse - it's a bad place to be
till the tables turn.