thought outside the box but still trapped by the tesseract feet on the adirondack slacking somnolent a rookie cooking common sense too bad its burnt to a crisp but still eat it up eagerly lick the dish till its spit my eyelids shoot fireworks too bad my ears dont play along my heart scrawls appalling lyrics my brain keeps interfering my extra dactyl is an asshole that cant keep me balanced i swear ill be a rascal after another ballad dreams are one more hour inside of a ball pit thats gracious enough to remove the ball piss and its 17k falling out of pockets but i just want z's before i hit the coffin dreams are tantamount to window shopping and its paramount they become real before gods become goblins