Friendly Faces

Flowers in the teapot, birdhouse blues hot Soakin' up the dry rot, the plot by the cot That's not been forgotten A chill welcomed by the heat Familiar rising on my feet Peculiar questions that the wind meets that sway away from Main Street The bark of the Arc is just a park with a sweet start But only the Elites heart is clean enough for the rough and tough to work for Found on the bottom floor, or a card for the corner store. The need to explore sure seems inefficient Everyone is on a mission, and you can't go without permission. And the rant goes without conviction, just the spout of a loose fiction written by a politician. Everybody's got your back, unless your'e on the wrong track. Cant cut any slack, cuz life is a tough knack. The sun shines on an oasis, but people still cry because they're bending with their back braces. Here come those friendly faces. Holding up a false frame, folding for a false claim. Slipping off the true chain, that brought change from the midrange. But your'e deranged and strange if your'e questioning the big change. You push away the love until you can wear it good, and I swear it good or greater than this hate that keeps escalatin'. Wont you subscribe to a feeling besides your'e favorite healing tide. If you reach the ceiling, dont stay in line for any time and the sublime wont find the time to rhyme your situation and associate a complication. Just another frustration, preventing from a revelation. Wonder why your'e outlawed, they wanna dull your sharp claws. Remember take a long pause, and represent the right flaws.