I Need To Tell You, I Don't Believe it

I need to tell you,

I don't believe it,

but I'm really hungry. 

The hunger, 

strikes the chords,

and it rings to,

ease and please me. 

So we get a lift.

Feel this carthasis. 

Let the car explode.

Move on down the road. 

I need to tell you,

I don’t beilieve it

but I'm just unstable.

The jittery feeling,

down my legs, 

is just a way to,

feel the plague.

I really wish that,

the ending will, 

just keep me watching.

But the muddled words,

and the panic chords,

and this bloody wrench.

Lets finish this. 

I need to tell you, 

I don’t believe it,

but I think I’m famous. 

I saw my face,

on the news,

and there's more I can do.

I really need this, 

to go through smoothly, 

and although,

I’m too unruly. 

I feel the headache,

down my spine, 

and I feel,

it's all fey.

I say quit now,

you get out of town,

when you go broke,

just come back home. 

When you come back,

don’t have a heart attack.

I just filled the walls,

with the weight of the world. 

Remember me