Veritable

I haven't been myself in a while, who is the least like me,

Getting ahead being me turned out to be the least likely,

I've tried being you, but you keep changing as well,

Even when I strive to be like the downtrodden I fail,

I bought the jeans, grew out my hair, and stood next to you,

A copy of you, while you were like the guy trying to be true,

But me and him were nothing alike, so I tried to recreate who I was,

But recreations are fabricated clonings of everything everyone else does,

I haven't been myself in a while, I've forgotten who I was,

But I know who I am, a traveler, sojourning your fashionable apple,

With its rotting core, decaying body, and it's skin becoming so dapple,

That is who I am, that is who you are, we are the world,

Painting ourselves down the to core, until our true selves unfurl,

It's the ugliest picture, but it's who we are,

I haven't been myself in a while, who is the most like me,

We may never get ahead, but we'll forever be,

Veritable

A Chance At Perfect (You Got It)

Can you remember the day,

Does it play over and over in your mind,

Did you ever ask God would there be,

The perfect woman for you to find,

Can you imagine the future,

What it holds, and what it yields,

What will you do to make sure,

She feels exactly how you feel,

Everyday of your life,

Wont you live like it's the best,

And if it's not, make it better than the rest,

I can still remember her,

Reflecting in your eyes, and I wonder,

If everyone sees her like you do,

The sunshine that hides storms of thunder,

I can still feel the tears,

That settled and drained away,

The way I see it my friend,

No one should feel it more than you today,

Every second that you live,

Make her feel like she's the best,

Because, I'll tell you right now that she is,

You're never to young,

To keep good love from going wrong,

You've got it, oh yeah you've got it

Tomorrow's another chance at perfect,

When the morning dawns,

Till the day breaks again,

Before she's ever you wife,

Keep her as a friend,

You Got It, Oh yeah you got it,

Today's another chance at perfect

Utilitarian

Can you tell me why I put on this suit and tie,

To lose my brain cells to a nine to five,

To lose the rest of my life,

To a status quo that kills but never dies,

Can you tell me why I even care,

I've tried, but I'd never dare,

I hear what they're yelling outside my cell,

He's never going anywhere but here for fear,

I believe it, I believe all, I believe,

But you still haven't told me when,

When I can let go and when it ends,

I see your blinders, and I might be beside myself,

You may can, but I can't see who's beside me, myself,

I'm stepping out to create my own narrow path,

The resistance is the least,

Because it's just me,

I believe the world has a quota to meet every day,

To suck the soul and kill the spirits before we kneel to pray,

The teachers need the ignorant, and preachers need the sinners,

The government needs you, and I need the listeners,

I believe the world has sucked my soul and killed my spirit,

Honesty is something that is seldom said,

Because no one wants to hear it,

Just an idea that's good in theory,

Do you understand the handwave between a drunk and a barman,

Understand the stare between a cleric and a layman,

Dispise the kiss between a Jesus and a Judas,

Then you understand who I am,

You're the reason I put on this suit and tie,

Mixing stomach acids and lye,

With jumbled thoughts cluttering my brain,

Slipping down into my heart,

Now this is who I am,

Utilitarian,