paper chase

stay excited about life but at your own expense.

FakePaper Chase

think you want all there is.

When really you want to give it all there ever was.

The store that sells the essentials of life,

runs out of life, liberty, and the pursuit of not giving a rats a*s.

Give a penny take a cent,

words lose their content,

I mean who cares what they meant.

So I took two. I felt it was the right thing to do.

it’s the little things in life, the ones that let me sleep at night.

I listen to the voice, the one most people fight,

and embrace the criminals, who walk the streets at night.

They say that it’s alright.

I’m not looking for a fight, but write a check, and I’ll be your mercenary for tonight.

I’m not in it for the money, though I do like the green,

and when the deed is done, it does help me sleep.

It sort of makes it seem alright, like I do it just because I’ve been.

Truth be told. I know I’m not right,

but what would justice be, if there was justice every night.

I may not be the best role model, or the best breather, but that’s not my role here,

or anyone elses' either. 

I'm only wrong. If you thought I was right.

I take pills for my sanity, and the flu shots help my anxiety.

All I can say is, it works for me. To me it does, at least.

How can I agree with all these terms and conditions, I’ve never even read.

Can’t understand.

Maybe I’m short sighted, but I’ll long be gone.

I mean, I’d rather skip town, than be reunited,

of how strife it is, to be undecided.

I try to be a life. So it hurts to say. But it’s the only way. That I can stay excited.

Author's Note

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