Hemingway

All in all she's misty-eyed Thundering through a great divide Buzz words filling up her eyes Too smart ain't hard to irritate Quick wit but nothing good to say Try to be a Misses Hemingway I wonder what it's like to be nice And I've been wondering that since '95 If society takes its toll Where does all the good money go? My songs never made a difference I funnel bullshit into my existence Her thoughts flow like faucets on Not a drip drip but a waterfall I got everyone around me She's a biscuit and loneliness surrounds thee She's authorized and I'm mesmerized She's got glasses on and everybody's closed their eyes All in all she's misty-eyed Thundering through a great divide Buzz words filling up her eyes Too smart ain't hard to irritate Quick wit but nothing good to say Try to be a Misses Hemingway I wonder what it's like to live in The world she's created, it's a given Everybody else has a limit She's got no bounds to her own cognition But nobody is hearing you Everything you think is number 1 they've made it 2 We all know she swam in Walden Head of ideas mouth does no talking I know she read every Genius Every backstory to explain talk-singing And all she took was author's titles Never did more than emulate her idols All in all, she's misty-eyed Thundering through a great divide Buzz words filling up her eyes Too smart ain't hard to irritate Quick wit but nothing good to say Try to be a Misses Hemingway