I feel as if I'm an imploding star
I think somewhat that is's all of ours
and to see all the time we're closer to the hour
Makes me want to be your meteor shower.
I feel inspired
and overtired
hopeful someday I won't need to be wired
The cartoon expression of being mired
the hero is a little bit oven-fired
But if I were to be your imploding star
We might just find we' could see far
My inertia might be tempered by your four door car
Or all might prosper from the 'passing of the bar'
Oh, restraint.
Where's it found?
The beat of love's drum is a powerful sound
Dear heavenly body
secret and haughty
I AM GOING FROM ZERO TO DOTTY
