Benson

It’s been the topic of my minds conversation
It’s hard to know how this place will pan
Look at the blue prints, foresee the plan
My insides go from cities to sand
I’m living in a masterpiece but am counting all of the time
Painting a picture on my sleeve into a yield sign
It seems so passive, time is rapid and against the grain
And it seems all I’ll lose is stuck feeling the same
I’ll run from the dog next door, haven’t been able to breathe since age 4
Allergic to the pet store and all I want in life is a few more
So give me a number, I’ll take my place
No one is watching anything but a TV face
How will I fill my plate?
It should be symphonic
Especially when everyone’s tastes say
«It's better electronic!»
Read the financials and do what you want
Match the numbers to the small fonts
I’ll write you in nature like May flowers in fall
The only reason I have trouble is that I am not sleeping at all
I have this innocent mobile of guilt crowded over my head sway
I am too scared to move but too uncomfortable to stay
And the marbles are lost like the super jumbo frosty
That the kids threw in the field for a frenzy while graduating from elementary
When your mind is like the Kentucky Derby
You just want to tell them where to stick it
It goes as fast as it wants because
There’s no fear in getting a ticket