Making Time

The odor smiles at me
I can't sleep
I can't read
I do not dream
Its that simple mediocrity
I don't preach
Or force on owns each
I'm not political
I'm not romantic
I'm really nothing
Just decaying matter and waste
Just decaying matter and waste
oh not now
Not now

If you choose to live your life in sheltered bliss
Well then take your little piss
But its not that hard
But I'm not sticking
I'm doing it
Forget it
You hold your thoughts in your head
Then force them to construct some relevance
But there's nothing relevant about your conquest
Your just a little shit
Don't tell me how to live

The odor smiles at me
I can't sleep
I can't read
I do not dream
So whoever he is let him take his own path
Well I'm not him and I won't change for anyone
Not for anyone