redemption bong

if i only had a green trebuchet
to launch myself back into myself
really relive all that reality
or lack there of
knowing what i am
what i have become
how miserable some things have
been
seemed
gleamed
seamed
the stitching of some sort of miserable
no hugo
no black chick on the mtv
or mtz
with the zoom
and the boom
boom
i shake nothing unless i know it will turn you on
damn it
know that
all the tears
anger
puke
pain
i'll take it all back and relive it in a new york minute
or maybe even less
than a second
or second chance