Sync Different

I am happy
it's nineteen eighty
I am happy
Today I'm gonna watch
the movie
I've been waiting for
the movie
I've been waiting for

I'm really happy
We're driving to the city
I'm really happy
We're driving to the movie

Two hours in the stars

I'd like so much
To be liked, to be loved
I dream of being held
By anyone

...slug song...

I dream so strong
Of being kissed
Who's gonna whisper
Sweet words in my ears

It's not so easy
To be a slug
It's not so easy
To be a slug...

why don't you like me

I am no longer a comfort to othersI've entered my nombrilthe belly button of psychosisspinning in paranoia.I eat bananas all day long whileI watch the clockand listen to the door.Self doubt follows me like a stray catthat I'm afraid to kick away.Age and time. Shifting toward cancer, dementia, seemingly unstopable.I take selenium from the sea. There are buckets of seaweed in my bathroom.I am no longer a comfort to others or myself,
I grab my knife and a whip in my dreams smashing my stomache and back till the bones bleed and a hole erupts.I take a knife and I cut off bits of seaweed that I eat in my silent kitchen.I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says isn't safe. I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says isn't safe.I drink beer to keep the seaweed down.The
highs of applause amplify the lows of my loneliness, once the hands
have all stopped clapping, I can hear my stomach moaning.Doubts about vision and intelligence - stop the spontaneous breathing.
Echoes
of her laughter keep me awake. I am no longer a comfort to others and I
climb a dark wall using a candle that I hold in my teeth. It is a dark
moutain, humid and green. I climb into my bathtub and cover myself in
the sinuous weed from the sea.I am no longer a comfort to others.I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says in't safe.