If You Must
Kurt Cobain
I can read, I can write
I can breathe, proven fact
Bless my greed, crease unfold
Is it me, or my ego
Write some words, make them rhyme
Pieces for assembly line
Set the mood, something new
Is it me, or my attitude
If you want, to belong
And you miss, the extremes
The extremes, act it out
Practicing
Perfecting
Pressuring
Unto to me
I will wade, in the fire
To explain, your asylum
Idle times, analyzing
We'll compare, all our sightings, come on!
I speak to hear my voice
