Stoop Kids Scrutinizing The Bland
Don't think don't look, don't even feel
Your mind will contort what's solace and real
A walk in the park or sleeping entangled
Well it all goes to shit when your mind is on the panel
It's your enemy and its plentiful disease
Sells confusion on the streets like a taxicab fee
So girl can you teach me how not to care?
Cause I've tried to keep score and life ain't fair
But remember that time that you taught to forget?
Can you break it down for me on how not to regret?
Cause I contemplate too much on sporadic misfortunes
Like a kiss from you which sent nothing but desire in motion
Well you know how I am
Scrutinizing The Bland
I am lost without a plan
The world in the palm of my hands
But I can't read between-
So we'll talk and we'll talk until the sky ain't blue
But it won't change the color of how I feel about you
And this whole time i've been thinking away
Life isn't black and it isn't even grey
But I should stop thinking cause colors don't have any meaning
Their only purpose is to be aesthetically pleasing
And if I'm on that train of thought then music can't mean anything
It's just an emotional attachment to a stranger who sings
And my momma told me never ever to trust strangers
So why do I bequeath them with my deepest, darkest angers?
Why watch TV if its just cliff hangers?
Well throw me off and watch and I'll be happier than ever
But to you it's just whatever, you'll probably feel better
You'll chuckle a few laughs merrily together
This next parts the header of my very next letter:
“all girls are cold and dry even if you get the wetter”
Well you know how I am
Scrutinizing The Bland
I am lost without a plan
The world in the palm of my hands
But I can't read between the lines