No One Knows My Plan
Nov. 18th, 2001 08:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
(my apologies (not) to They Might Be Giants )
To my secret self, I say these words
"I was careless, I can see that now."
I must be silent, must contain my evil smile.
I want to tell them, them, my mateys, the Chaotic Crowd
When I made a joke about stealing cookies
They all tried to hide them all from me.
But they're like the people on that other place.
Who live in a fantasy where the new place is so cool (like the wizzy)
No one understands.
No one knows my plan.
Why the singing, dancing.
Why the "I'm not cute"
The cookie thieving
Why the smell of burning pixie dust
(LITE gets onto a guitar and solos)
No one understands.
No one knows my plan.
Why the bouncing, pouting
Why the "You're so cute"
The sarcastic jokes
Why the smell of burning pixie dust
In my RL world I bide my time,
Always thinking.
Always busy working out the birdhouse
Working out the tiny details of the birdhouse.
Thinking out the burning pixie dust...
No one understands.
No one knows my plan.
I must be silent, must contain my evil smile.
I want to tell you.
You my Journal, you the readers too.
No one understands!
No one knows my plan!
To my secret self, I say these words
"I was careless, I can see that now."
I must be silent, must contain my evil smile.
I want to tell them, them, my mateys, the Chaotic Crowd
When I made a joke about stealing cookies
They all tried to hide them all from me.
But they're like the people on that other place.
Who live in a fantasy where the new place is so cool (like the wizzy)
No one understands.
No one knows my plan.
Why the singing, dancing.
Why the "I'm not cute"
The cookie thieving
Why the smell of burning pixie dust
(LITE gets onto a guitar and solos)
No one understands.
No one knows my plan.
Why the bouncing, pouting
Why the "You're so cute"
The sarcastic jokes
Why the smell of burning pixie dust
In my RL world I bide my time,
Always thinking.
Always busy working out the birdhouse
Working out the tiny details of the birdhouse.
Thinking out the burning pixie dust...
No one understands.
No one knows my plan.
I must be silent, must contain my evil smile.
I want to tell you.
You my Journal, you the readers too.
No one understands!
No one knows my plan!
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Date: 2001-11-20 01:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2001-11-20 03:48 pm (UTC)