Probably Something Cliche

Pedestrians Double Cross Me Like A Street

You Think You Know (1)

You think you know someone knows someone

Waiting in line just to get your fun

I'm at the bottom of your list, but the tip of your tongue

Forgot the name but remembered someone

You think you know someone

Knows someone

Well, you took your finger

And pointed it at me like a gun

And with all the bullshit and with all the tests

How the hell did I come off as the pest?

So pedestrians double cross me like I am a street

Kissing, kissing, all their feet

Coarse soles slowly fading

Your sole, my soul, rubbing off on nothing

But still receding, into the cold, dark deep

My Words in Your Mouth (2)

My words are trapped in your mouth

Trapped in your head, you can't say it out loud

So stop writing poems about your sadness

They don't think about you they think about their own shit

We all got things to deal with, we all have a life

All the strangers you saw are either living or died

And the easiest way to sound profound

Is to bleed at the paper, is to act like a clown

And with these obvious statements said in a rhyme

People think I'm a genius all the damn time

But I know that my words were trapped in your mouth

You don't think about me you don't think throughout

The outliers and the stupid sayings

And all the people are saving

Up for a new car but they don't have anywhere to go

To escape themselves, to escape their souls

So let your soul fade away

Rub your shoes on the concrete

Barefoot bipolar boys cross the street

They don't think about you

They double cross me 

Eyes Like The Sahara (3)

Heart like a desert

Eyes like Sahara

Apply to me your Antarctica

And my heart has slowly dried up

Water me like a potted plant

Trapped in plastic, trapped in romance (stupid)

Because I don't understand what I think

I can't process my emotions because they go so quickly