Brushing Yr Tongue

Purple with embarrassment A red light in a green room Anxious because my ideas Can't conflict with their own contradictions You're the rope A tug of war you're always losing In the way of something wonderful Is how I spend my time I'm an obstacle with riddles You've heard before Am I melting through the floor Am I just a Red light on the ceiling of a green room Home Movies too yellow for roommates to sit through When I cry, I lock my door Life is more a commute than it is an adventure I heard it just gets worse with aging But for now, I'm a hiccuping drunk, with my hood up And I'm walking And it is raining