It's time
To step aside and leave the floor
To those more qualified to lead
This twisted dance with all it's spins
And sequences
So hard to find a
Pattern lost within this passion
That's just beginning to touch us,
Provoke us into movement and thought

And don't
Forget the reason why you came here,
Don't
Let the pretty ink take over
It's time to step aside
Come on,
You've been called out,
You're on to something here,
You belong in this mistake that's gone
Before it even starts

And there we have
The ironic
Fist-in-air-salute
That hurts to even watch

So iconic so passe,
So here and now so yesterday,
So cutting edge so cut me down

And let me bleed my thoughts dry on this page
Cos I'm the boy who makes you swoon
With my charm and "sparkle sparkle" repartee
You ache so much to be like me