[Hi, I’m -Ū.] {Enter The Multiverse} -Ū.

I want to listen to Drake bell's albums, but I probably should do it in airplane mode. Oh yeah, go wayyy off line for that. Way, way, way off; I can't wait till my day off, Dang What was I doing? Oh yeah, writing a song again. Again. Yeah. It goes like: Don't turn your back on me! Show me your misery I am the pretender You will not watch me Fiend for a friend, or Are you my only— Are you that lonely? Is it just like this? What was that look? Mistook me for a hypocrite, woah! Nothing needed to be said. And nothing wanted to be heard, And what? You hurt me, there The world is just obsurd, And worse, and worse On the surface Oh You said You keep Secrets But just Keep on Repeating and repeating things At meetings, man You need me, man? I'm just another planet; So prepare to land, A phantom, at the hands of —? Standing at the gate; I hate you— Did you get what you needed, at least? Did you get to— Where you were going? Don't just toss me to the side, Like one of your rag dolls: I just got the call— I want all— I need all of it. I picked up the call I want all— I need all of it All of it All of it. Nothing needed to be said. And nothing wanted to be heard, And what? You hurt me, there The world is just obsurd, And worse, and worse On the surface Oh And— i just got the call— I want all— I need all of it. I picked up the call I want all— I need all of it All of it All of it. Whyyy did you do this? I didn't meant to. Whyyy would you say this? Uh. Please. At least I, Got myself out of that rut, I'm The only thing good for a laugh, Anymore, it's Awful, sometimes, And awesome, sometimes; But I wish I could be Sonny Moore. Ohh-la-la Is this a song? Uh. It would be, But it could be, A passion-struck catastrophe, Or is that in your dictionary yet? Encyclopedia, perhaps— I take my media at glance, a grain of salt, and then a glass of water; What's you order? Plants, Is that exactly as you planned, Or placed the bet, Or better yet, Your sweater's burning in my bed (Or in my pants) Or in my head, In dreams, Instead I'm better wet than enter Anyother Weather than the forecast has Implanted on the channel blasters Yes, It is just what I had predicted. Then, You missed it. “You missed it” You missed it, Oh, You missed it Better off dead. Then, You missed it You missed it, man You missed it Oh, You missed it Just — Let it pass. (Like the weather did.) Now, Just as I predicted; A whithered, wilted Wildflower, Dancing in my eyes Inside the tower, While I cowered under, Struck with love, And nothing else thereafter; That was the plan, yea? For Ever After For Ever After For Ever After Yes, It is just what I had predicted. Then, You missed it. “You missed it” You missed it, Oh, You missed it Better off dead. Than without love — You missed it You missed it, man You missed it Oh, You missed it That's two. Are we going anywhere with this? Home, I hope. (Wherever that is.) … No more songs? …no, that's it. Are you sure ? … … . . . No. Proceed. I Uh, Didn't even want to be a writer, But in spite of, the dire Uh— What was that? Uh, Nothin' Uh— Sounded like rap. Yeah, Uh, — Nah. No, it's not rap? Uh, Yeah, It's not rap, I promise, I'm not a rapper, I just happen to be snappy at it, And my syntax matches exactly At the pattern that I blabber in, At random as i'm slanderin' Vocabulary — acronyms n' antonyms Like Eminem. … … Proceed. Prepare to fast again Prepare at least half of a set list And dance to this; Shazam is set to automatic For the tracks I might have managed to forget It isn't mischief managed Panic attack after panic attack I'm an asshole, at best But I'm better off dead, In my head Insomniac's not racist — They just don't want to put up with my shit! Another artist on the verge of politics, ambition On detox and in recovery For digging Skrillex. Fuck this. Yep. Hit the decks Hit the decks Just collect, All my checks And then get On this jet— Thank U, Next, Thank U, Next {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.