Fuck writing a poem, lets write a book,
I’m on an up swing, I want to make an album, dude I’ll even sing.
In this mood, I feel like, I could do anything, thoughts are blistering.
I cant control them , I don’t believe I own them, you damn right I condone them.
Everything now! I said everything now!!!
Don’t ask me how I don’t know how,
Right lets, write, right now, until there’s nothing left.
I am fun Kyle, the artist, the laughing the joking joker.
My head goes, down, down, down, up then back down,
But tonight, we’re in luck, cause I’m up and I don’t give a fuck.
Lets do this, whatever this is,
I swear I’m okay, I swear I’ll be okay,
I’m going to make music, I’m not going to lose it,
I bet I can talk better, I bet I’ll be like this for ever.
Oh fuck, the night is ending, but I’m not ready to end yet.
When I’m up, I never want to sleep, when I’m down I never want to wake,
Why am I like this, no its coming, no I’m falling, fuck there’s no stalling, it wont wait, Fuck!