venn diagrams

I lean back as the evening darkens and comes on
A chicken hawk floats over
Looking for home
Looking for home
I have wasted my life

Wavering on the triple circles they passed over
Seen a diagram that put it so plainly
How my heel is open to how quickly my mood changing
On a dime or a quarter drop
2 thigh tatts of a stoplight
And a Meijer candy vending machine
That gumball falling in perpetual motion
I couldn't hit a bullseye of what i'm good at
And where my interests lie
And so I chew and let it wash myself over

While the horns go

I'm always wavering
And even when the two hands meet
I let the time go
Clapping for myself for so long
That how's the line goes
All mixed up inside this dullness
I heard that Steinbeck used 300 pencils for Eden
And my paper cup going stiff from all this constant reheating
How it's constant
Wavering like we all get better with waiting
Or 300 for half of it
Thats one pencil for 20 pages
If my math right

Yesterday seen a diagram that shake me
Meaning you gonna have to commit to just one of these spaces
Couldn't face me, 28 with no true sense of self
I think I'd call it sickness if I wanted to
I think I'd call the moment missed how i'm like 0-2
Running bases off some dive bar plates
While Jesse pays for touch tunes
No sense of self is this shit
Its all coded, untrue
Probably tubthumping ringing through
Playing it back
How chubawamba's my gospel

I double up on meijer granny smiths before the hostel
I double up on meijer granny smiths cause of a phobia
A cold stethoscope
My doctor had a fossil watch that ticked in the silence
I'm probably goin down with the ship
Wavering just like I'm made of wood

You got something to say well say it
Cause the moments good
Researching replacement blades
Ways to build a shelter
Ways get away unscathed
Back to wavering like we ain't putting our best foot forward

Heard 50 years ago they was all a piece of shit
Composition notebook full of scribbles
And quotes from old pieces of shit
Oh you got something to say well say it
Think you misunderstood
The way I'm wavering
A G&T sitting on the bar floor

While the horns go

The venn diagram spinning i threw my pencil at it
A hardened gumball spit out into a kitchen napkin
300 later my bullseye was just a moment passing

The venn diagram spinning I threw my pencil at it
A stoplight turning yellow I turn and look up at it
300 later my bullseye was a moment passing

Just a moment passing



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Writer(s): Adam South, Dylan Stephens
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