Lyrics to The Art Of Poetry
The art of poetry
Actually just
Somebody
Who used their orbs to ponder another
Who put the doom in mood
Who recognised the moon
And struck by a familiarity pointed a finger and said

Oh my god, that's so me
Oh my god, that's so me
Oh my god, that's so me
Oh my god, that's so me

Oh my god, that's so me
Oh my god, that's so me
Oh my god, that's so me
Oh my god, that's so me

Oh my god, that's so me
Oh my god, that's so me
Oh my god, that's so me
Oh my god, that's so me

Oh my god, that's so me
Oh my god, that's so me
Oh my god, that's so me
Oh my god, that's so me

Who's got a pen