Holding out for hope is the something that will be different this time.
Spectatcular will never finally happen,
and holding out makes me an idiot.
I’d be longing for change and divergence
every single time life’s cycle ticks.
I can’t make you see me for something you’re obstructed from,
something intellectual, and totally nuclear dude.
I get to know you for exactly what and who you are…
Then who’s really missing out?
You, whose mind is blown?
Or me, who’s blowing minds?