Tuesday, November 2, 2010

A Fool on Rooms

What would you charge for a fool?
Would you digress to break the rules?
In a waiting line we found we were sane
Now we’re jumping planes
I’m insane and I’m mental
Outside of the room

If I seem to lose my cool
I’ll blame the temperature of the room
As I speak you’ll jot all of this down
Now we’re writing plays
I’m alive and eternal
Outside of the room

Someone else has made the move
To take control of making moods
I've been riding this body all day, every day
I’m on a one way, no way, someday
Free to be nocturnal
Within my own room

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