All That Experience
Good, Bad and all of that experience
Changes every day
One time I saw you on a ride
Fly through the air and all
of it
I never saw it I never saw
myself
In your shoes cause you have
tiny feet
And I don’t wear other
people’s shoes
Theme park themes of fake
I hit myself with the rake
It was random it was there
First I’m bored and then I’m
in your chair
I bounce like a bouncing
object
Bouncing off the walls
And breaking through
To your heart and all of that
Good, Bad and all of that
experience
Good, Bad and all of that
experience
I tried to care but I
couldn’t
I am too mature for your mood
Of immaturity, affecting my
mood
Making me moody
Sooty attitude and it sticks
To the bottom and my heart
Arteries clogged from pain
And McDonalds
Its ending, all of it
Crashing into the bay of sin
I am cheap I try to rhyme
Without reason
It’s like trying to die
Without having the time
I stole your clock im sorry
about that
And umm I called you a name
That wasn’t nice
I’m a bad guy
Good, Bad and all of that
experience
