I Am Not of Prophet

I'm a living thing
It's a miracle
I can talk, I can walk
Alas, I cannot touch the sky
It's always been a dream of mine

Feel the dream
Attempt to make it complete
But they never make sense
No matter how you try to puzzle it out
There isn't an answer, it's just...

Just... a dream...
A dream... reality...
Let us cup our hand beneath the fountain
We like to call Life
Spill over us, God, give us breath to breathe

Elixer, wherever you are
Come follow me

YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT (EVEN WHEN YOU KNOW IT, BABY)

I don't know what I want.

Half the time I think I do, then the other half of the time I spend analyzing whether that is what I really want. Um, I have no fucking clue waht I'm talking about, to pardon my French, after all, I am a Frenchie.

I thought earlier that Logan and I were on the same level, that we had some kind of deep understanding that we both only half admit to, but now I think it's wavered. I don't know what the hell is going on, but I wish I did. It seems ever since he told me about his splitting up with Lauren (Yes, there is a God) he's been acting pretty childish, and truthfully sort of repulsive, in that weird guyesque manner (come on, we can all testify guys tend too talk about nasty isht). This could quite potentially be him trying to push me away from something that I don't want, that maybe he thinks I do. Indeed, it has played in my mind for quite a while now, but probably not in the way in which he would interpret it, or maybe, I don't know. I was thinking for a while that is had to be sort of inevitable for us to end up back together, hopefully not under official terms, but in an under-the-covers-I-know-everything-about you sort of way.

And now...I dunno, we've both taken a few steps back. Maybe it's the whole moving thing that has jumbled things, but not for me. I don't know that I don't know that I don't know what I want. What do I want? Let me think...

I want love
I want to be in shape
I want money
I want to make some new friends
I want to step up
I want to live my dreams now

Ummm...I'm kind of comfused right now...leave a message at the tone.

JANE LIKES DICK, BUT DICK LIKES JOHNNY

College -- Collage
Splendid
Splendid
This is what you hear
They forgot to steer
It's in your direction
Your directions

Feel it
Conciel it
Go and hide those feelings
Underneath your bed
Cryptnite
Goodnight
Converse, regress
Now you get dressed

Harpy-ness, Harpy-esque
Harpo's got that knife again
It's sharp, y'know
He lugs it in his fro
Came a crain one day
Wasn't too far away, actually
From the way I feel right now

Lungue luggage
To many people have that
Time to stop
The crops are gonna drop
Hate contains
The right to feel the same thing.

BEEEEEEEEP SAID THE PHONE LINE

Step out of myself
I am a kite
I can fly right by
And diagnal
Of your emotional tower

You seem so soft
So genuine, then you criss cross
It's only a thought
All to do is imagine it
And figure it out
Then you get lost

Hold on
Here is the tail, of my kite
Just Hold on
Wait for the climactic state
The clouds clear
And we reverberate

Can you see it from here?
I can, I know what I want
It's there, waiting for everyone
Can you see it? Are you scarred?

Are you there?