Static on my forehead
Clutter in my home
Still, I’d rather live this way
If I’m going to live alone
People’s homes are boring
Without chaos without books
You put some words in order
And they give you funny looks
You put some words in order
Leave the rest to seed
And if no one else reads them
There must not be a need
There’s static on the roadway
And static in your car
The static in your pocket
Goes wherever you are
Some carries a signal
But most of it is noise
I’ll put my words in order
Just to rearrange the void
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