I Am Far From Amused By You
Kill your muse and bury her with the past,
and maybe then you will begin to realize.
Nobody fuels the page.
Love is absolute bullshit.
Better suited for romance flicks and hallmark cards.
And the fear of being alone drives more fools to marriage than missed periods and cruel intentions.
It’s easy to ponder things without another to drive me insane.
But I never needed a piece of ass to put me in a straight jacket.
I just allow the voices in my head to guide me.
And obey the commands of captain crunch.
Yeah I may sound insane but I’m no worse than fools who kill for religion and idiots who think art is fueled by another.
Pick your poison.
I would rather drink myself to death than spend my life sharing my misery with another.