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Kick the Back of my Seat
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February 2011 i'm lost pretending to be found, when i truly know,
you planted the seed in the ground, then let it grow,
gave it some time to age and mature,
that plant was all mine, the thorns you prefer,
finally grew too big, blocking your kitchen window,
gave me a quick swig, then it was look out below,
grew back my feet, unsoberly finding myself,
still i need someone to kick my seat, soberly admitting i need help,
lost my brother to the navy, every girl to better worlds,
spinning feeling wavy, trying not to gravitate around girls,
no longer wish for a moon, i'm a lonely planet,
my extinction tried coming soon, placing me firmly in a casket,
at least i figured out why, i fall for girls who leave,
each time more and more i want to die, succumbing to the grieve,
how can i stand against napalms, ready or not here i go,
i always fall in love with "like my moms," hyper without sniffing blow,
i'm waving my flag, plan to retreat,
went from views to rags, who will kick the back of my seat?
