Take everything that I own

Run for twilight

Take this piece of paper and I might make you my wife

Three minutes and three wishes I hold inside

Number one is that I'll get three more wishes and suicide is my natural cause of death

My pen lays sideways

Not moving dead hands wandering

Her voice is soothing as calamine

I calibrate the settings 'cause time is a [?]

My neurosis is motivation for the lactose intolerant

So we milk the system and circumnavigate trendsetters and bed-wetters alike

Even the gods didn't know where the hell to send me

Cuz my voice stems the heavens and Aphrodite got Venus envy

Attending my second wish and I might throw time out of my window along with my track record for being upon it

Think about this

Minute made metaphor of material motivation while you stare at my custom made furniture and try to identify with visual stimuli

Everything that I've got I made for myself from the lack of quote-unquote real friends to the burnt candles on the shelf

Sit in contempt

No wait a minute, stop and stare compare my style to any

Its gumbo and gummy bears

Mid-western American hero turn conspirator in the warzone

One last beat and one wish on the metronome