Gauntlet

         Autumn leaves look like crunchy flowers
         Desolate things that I think of for hours
         For instance: No matter what I say
         It's absolutly gay
         And no matter what I do,
         There's something to compare it to.
         Contradictory thoughts left and right
         Does that quirky bitch want to start a fight?
         On edge at the tip of my toes
         Always pursued by my secret foes
         She's crazy and he's lazy
         Both have plenty of advice
         On top of all I can't find anything nice

         No biggie just all alone
         Hopes and dreams uselessly sewn
         Just too sappy it's all dead ends.