A Rise And Fall Of a Dilapidated Home - Scatters Across the Floorboard (ed, s)

What's there?
A contingency glare
And a big shroud of egos
And split-screens to incompare

I tried to transcribe all the minds
And plot out each plot point that would develop in due time

You have such an air to your ways
How could I forget tactics that leave you completely faced

I'm not entertaining enough
So I'll turn the television off
And leave everything unbought
What was the mind hopefully thinking?
Wishful is demeaning
And I can't seem to erase every little thing inside space
Up in a pod where you can't feel
Your arms or legs dividing

(And multiplying)

Caught dead in a wreckage last month
I wish that were me
Catch me up to speed
With space ship exploration
The half of my crew that still loved me are dead and forgotten
So leave memories
Out of your cavernous carpentry and your suburban homes you seek
I could live without an inch of decoration and wicker patterns
And flickering light bulbs to boot
I live far more complicated than you

(I leave it to you)

Written by:
Thatcher Stevens

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