Bedroom Poetry

I'll bring my poetry out of my bedroom Untie my own noose I'll sell it as a play Without cast members F*ck the status quo I won't try to be what I'm not What you're not I won't try to be what I'm not What you're not While the poets spit on my face I'll answer with a chord Oh, these handcuffs are way too short To make a noise I'll play guitar while the neighbor's working Call it damage control I play the poet when their eyes are zooming Call it folklore I won't try to be what I'm not What you're not I won't try to be what I'm not What you're not While the poets spit on my face I'll answer with a chord Oh, these handcuffs are way too short To make a noise When we make our minds travel Into places that never truly existed Maybe it's better that they never did But still, My soul longs to know what it'd feel like for them to be real I won't try to be what I'm not What you're not I won't try to be what I'm not What you're not While the poets spit on my face I'll answer with a chord Oh, these handcuffs are way too short To make a noise