[intro] [spoken] So i wrote this chorus and it sucks. This is it: [chorus] I suppose, that the ways you’re broke Makes your shape as much as what you take away, (no joke) Its (the hole’s) ache (and empty) Existing in your heart That imm- -part the room, (true) For new loves to bloom inside you [verse] Its cliché of course to take this approach When writing in hopes of good sound Be sad (be soft and extra) sweet Not to mention (irritatingly) upbeat A formula for ya tah fall into mediocrity I mean Good for you (rose lenses suit your eyes) But try to realize you should Take your blessing with a grain (And have the grace to not Shove them in another’s face) Because comparison amplifies pain [chorus] suppose, that the ways you’re broke Makes your shape as much as what you take away, (no joke) Its (the hole’s) ache (and empty) Existing in your heart That imm- -part the room, (true) For new loves to bloom inside you [verse] Having collected abalonee shells i can tell That incomplete, shattered Left in pieces, (fragments of what was) Is not enough To dampen beauty (Beautiful is fractal) If one is beautiful Then so are ones fragments Even in holes( is suggestion of wholeness) So ultimately unmarred is the anomaly Not complete And thats why the chorus bothers me It bemoans what is a milestone marker (‘The day our hearts got harder’ ) In order to be strong The day (we loved with less investment) Having learned that once gotten Is prone (to abandonment) I need to hear the chorus again [chorus] suppose, that the ways you’re broke Makes your shape as much as what you take away, (no joke) Its (the hole’s) ache (and empty) Existing in your heart That imm- -part the room, (true) For new loves to bloom inside you [verse] Okay I mean its corny and trite obviously But in all fairness Corny and trite (are sometimes alright) Even as fucked up a couplets get Sometimes sing-song (is appropriate) So what pisses me off with it If not technique (or sentiment) Its not the worst thing ive penned (You can say that again- No hold up I didnt mean again As in the chorus) [chorus] suppose, that the ways you’re broke Makes your shape as much as what you take away, (no joke) Its (the hole’s) ache (and empty) Existing in your heart That imm- -part the room, (true) For new loves to bloom inside you [verse] Hallmark bullshit bulwark of shallow hearts Whose depth of expression Occurs on occasions of drunken confessions Dressed up to be some such Moral lesson, (nugget of wisdom) Straight out of (emotional maturity one oh one) Presented like a (home run ) Hits like a sacrifice (bunt) Really bugs me, (such) Banal (Mundane mediocre lame ) A joke or the type of poem That ends in flame When a person burns their writing Because how (they appear) Becomes more important (Than who they are) Who they (were) Clap clap clap (clap clap clap) clap clap i just cant cheer for that Its noise Just noise
