staring at the door and wishing it was open will not make it so
how preoccupied is the person who forgets a necessity
it shouldn’t take long to figure out something is just decoration
it’s not the weather it’s the false promises made by our calendar
those little extras that we don’t notice until they’re no longer there
it was yesterday so you think, when nostalgia catches up with you
we have become numb to all of the ways we are being influenced
unless they’re exposed we don’t stop and think about the inner workings
what is leftover after the celebration is its legacy
we’re constantly told to believe all that matters is the final score
uptown jack 