Picture It

Up about on my mound,
But I found that my mind is still a little restless
Pour a round so I'm down for the
Count, or maybe instead I need a head check
Writing my mental checklist and then a cerebral message
Comes up to me; audibly, solemnly, consciously intercepted
Prudence is calling, a lucid movement towards useless stalling
By memories of vivid dreams and heaven scenes
Of being in a different life—one with more self-esteem
And with the one I had longed for half a life ago, that it seems

So I take back everything I said about you
Rewrite this time with a book about you
Delights all mine and a fight about you
So trite my crime, I'm thinking about you

What a thought loop
It's taking up my life
An eternity wrapped inside of my mind
A little image of perfection what a vision
Can you picture it?
Oh can you picture it?

To my admission, the true definition of a wallflower
Break down like fission, who knew I was driven to bawl louder?
But I can let it out; no vigor in me to shout
No liquor bleaching the route of figuring myself out
I wonder if I approached you like
Thunder, could I have posted a timeline
Full of emotions and fine vines of joys and hope in me
Feeling like it's supposed to be, need a girl who'd cope with me
Feeding into depressive expressions towards an aggressive envy

So I take back everything I said about you
Rewrite this time with a book about you
Delights all mine and a fight about you
So trite my crime, I'm thinking about you

What a thought loop
It's taking up my life
An eternity wrapped inside of my mind
A little image of perfection what a vision
Can you picture it?
Oh can you picture it?

What a thought loop
It's taking up my life
An eternity wrapped inside of my mind
A little image of perfection what a vision
Can you picture it?
Oh can you picture it?

Dispel all conditions of pity: meaning I will reveal strength directly
Back in the city of opportunity, bring it near me
No need for moping and choking about the past
I'm going to row, at last, at my own pace—flowing slow or fast
Get away, never mind, evidently; our events be defining but then we
React to them the way we want—is it half full, or empty
Regretting thoughts are tempting, perpetuation not to break me
Perfect attractions and clear reactions will activate me