Oh The Places You'll Go

Seven years old, going on seventeen centuries I overheard things, observed things And learned things Fear Factor was like my comedy, I sat way too close to the TV screen Now I can't unsee the scenes mama tried to hide from me I'd turn the volume all the way up Make my teddy bears fight and my Barbie dolls f*ck To drown out screams I hear when I press my ear To this wall between us, and while my mama's only a wall away I'm like worlds away of wading hot lava Daydreaming in sagas Coloring the sky pink like Sucked into oblivion, idolizing my future feminine Worshipping the woman I have to be Fully imagining things more real than everything they have to be More real than anything I'll ever be, like Welcome to my room of doom My blasphemy, my second room This broom closet is only half of me, but All of it belongs to you I've made too room enough for few Your monsters, demons, and skeletons, too I just hope you find your fucking truth You fucking fool