Not My Circus

Spit out the words I haven't chewed (Wrapped in pork rind) Pronounce the one profession you know (Tune in tonight) Confiding all your time in dues (Break out your scribe) Reciting words until you're blue Lavishly intemperate Riding out a storm Laughably advised Cuffed jeans and arrows on your shoes (Bright blue, who knew?) Tastes low but how am I to view you? Selling twills for favors Riding out a storm Laughably advised Glass stained mirrors Their whispers in my ears Tasteless stares A wonder to my friends, are you them? Remind me, am I them? Simple favors wrapped in lucid behaviors Leave me alone Filling shit up to my eyes now Lay me in the pen Riding out a storm Laughably advised