it's in the notion
of the short script
a box so big is pushed in
full of everything, to the brim
then comes along the long run
and the end result?
a cube
about the size of sugar
the ones from church
in those boxes
but i guess you never knew
it's flicked from it's residing pillar
even before it hits the ground;
it's powder
god, it makes me wonder
just what your shoving up your nose these days
but shit
i've got like 50 french poems to read by 6:30
gotta read all the translations
so how can it come back to it?
how can it remind me here?
i've got to get to school
i've got other things to do
got to read the readings
because you don't know what i know
you don't think i know what you know
almost exactly what you've always done and thought
so how will i do this?
how will i tell you exactly the way it is?
a fight always present on the sidelines
out of the ring, out of the limelight
