Stu stu stuttering
by: me
This will not be about love.
This will not be a farewell song.
This will not be my only one.
Do do do you understand me when I say.
When my head starts to hurt
I place my finger on my phone to slide off the earth
I try to stop the world from moving so fast
I pick up my pieces so I can make it last
So so so you see what I mean
Disconnect me please
I quench my thirst with the earth
But a new cell phone tower will puncture the dirt
The construction never ends, always on alert
To to too much miscommunication
I'm buried in all the lust
Must keep myself grounded, activate my trust
Wipe away all this cosmic dust
Need to find my constant through all this rust
Loo loo look up from the rubble
Detach myself from all the trouble
Floating over my head now, out of my hands
Always adjusting my apologies
Unwire me from all the tech tech technology
This is my next risk.
This is my new waiting list.
This is my plot twist.
