There are so many thing I could write about now
But they always disappear before I get to write them down
Thoughts about love, wars, drugs
what about the little bugs?
I could write about days in work
or someone that’s being a jerk
I could write about ancient egyptians
or tips in the kitchen
I could write so much but as soon as I sit down
the thought drifts away on a fluffy cloud
so many stories and thoughts could be told
if only it wasn’t for my mind being sold
sold on sociaities must do ways
only to get a messly check at the end of the day
can’t write about this and can’t write about that
f**k it lets watch this video of a funny cat.