Hemingway

All in all she's misty-eyed
Thundering through a great divide
Buzz words filling up her eyes

Too smart ain't hard to irritate
Quick wit but nothing good to say
Try to be a Misses Hemingway

I wonder what it's like to be nice
And I've been wondering that since '95
If society takes its toll
Where does all the good money go?
My songs never made a difference
I funnel bullshit into my existence
Her thoughts flow like faucets on
Not a drip drip but a waterfall

I got everyone around me
She's a biscuit and loneliness surrounds thee
She's authorized and I'm mesmerized
She's got glasses on and everybody's closed their eyes

All in all she's misty-eyed
Thundering through a great divide
Buzz words filling up her eyes

Too smart ain't hard to irritate
Quick wit but nothing good to say
Try to be a Misses Hemingway

I wonder what it's like to live in
The world she's created, it's a given
Everybody else has a limit
She's got no bounds to her own cognition
But nobody is hearing you
Everything you think is number 1 they've made it 2
We all know she swam in Walden
Head of ideas mouth does no talking

I know she read every Genius
Every backstory to explain talk-singing
And all she took was author's titles
Never did more than emulate her idols

All in all, she's misty-eyed
Thundering through a great divide
Buzz words filling up her eyes

Too smart ain't hard to irritate
Quick wit but nothing good to say
Try to be a Misses Hemingway