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1pm central
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2pm eastern
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snowdrift everywhere, march winter snow madness
trying to get warren to recognize me is like trying to carve my
face on the moon
with a laser
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grand cannon ready to fire
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doesnt know how much i respect him
and strive to collaborate
but im dead already
nothing but a spectre of the past
speaking into deaf ears
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in life you knew me as jacob marley
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michael knows i still exist
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not to be confused with my brother, his name is spelled michel
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but thats about it
im just a ghost
an apparition
a phantom
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dont wear purple tights
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alone wandering in iowan snow
shivering alone
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twenty minutes to brush off my car
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they have no idea that i still live because i feel like they care
about me
not many people seem to
at least not in the way i wish
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to die young is far too boring these days
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| do they care about my homecoming?
its very important to me
returning to a life i understand
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south central cp in da house, biatch
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but will anyone be there with flowers
or will it be a wreath on my lonley grave
no understanding
warrens out of the picture
will i get along with peter?
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drive not ready; abort, retry, fail
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is there a point?
why do i need peer acceptance
i never get it anyway
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dont ask me bud, im you
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