Sophomore Slump

Feet dont fail me now!
I hear a knock knock knock on my door?
Count to 17, I need to remember my old me.
hold your body high as we watch the sun rise
the moon blowing kisses to the gardens we fell in love in
a fallout between the stony stony pillars and the green mother earth
rain becomes confetti, I become a confession
when the sunlight dies, the scarecrow retracts into the more lively world he is accosted to
Accosted

Clap until your hands hurt
The boos and the cheers are the same to me
a scarecrow only longing for a body
I know you see me smile, what's stopping us is me
I can't make it on my own if being on my own means being without you
If I could be anything in the world, I would like to be a memory
Something you will always cherish and remember
because God knows being me doesnt do that job properly right now
Im unpresentable
sleeping on your folks porch
climbing up your window
watching you spin, sprial, dance fancy pirouettes
on the mouth of the deep end
of the lack of control
this cigarette causes me
when the sinkers snitch and stitches get switched
with walkers' talkers
I will give poetry, as we know it today, cancer
in the form of formless poetry
Dont teach me what I already dont want to know
I am a confessionalist's confessionalist's therapist

What's happy can now be incredible
I cant be slow down
now that my heads dancing over your emergency room
Who they want me to be is who I only want to see
to be
to dream of

Im fumbling and dropping confidence like it was 2007
and I'm still hiding under my bed from the boogeyman who stole my bed
you know, for a good night sleep?