Meet The Author-Fastbacks

Meet The Author - Fastbacks Hi, hey, hello, how are you You're looking awfully lonely on the edge of that barstool You don't know me yet, but for now that's just fine I'd like to talk about why you love life Are you up nights til sunrise, comatose and numb' Awake at night hating life, alone on the rug' But you're making changes now, plans to go out A couple of drinks to let your head settle down You'd just stopped thinking, Eleanor Rigby Then I sat down and you started listening This city is busy, it'll eat you alive And strangers don't just sit down to talk about life So what's it gonna be Neo, follow the rabbit' Call me a madman, pretend this never happened' Red or blue pill, but before you do choose Just let me introduce who's been talking to you It's nice to meet you, my name is ck I like the Giants, punk rock, English, and beat breaks Certainly no Burgundy, my friends call me Charlie My dorm room smells of a pungent mahogany A leatherbound moleskin, I wrote in some poetry Scream into the speakers until my neighbors know me I built the Eiffel Tower, invented the wheel And when I got the mic I'm kind of a big deal I was that nice dude who you knew in high school You could talk to about haikus or Ice Cube As time flew I'd choose to write words My turn to learn til nights my eyes burned I found two friends who at the same time Were riding the same vibe of trying to make rhymes We gave it some time, added some substance Just some kids who made something from nothing It was online, the whole high school read it Mentioned it like it was social extra credit Kids I barely met like, 'nice rhyme last night? My whole goal was just to satisfy that high An addict to approval, respect injections I kept at it so I could get that next fix Cause I wasn't drinking stuff, I hadn't touched drugs I just lusted for a deep seeded need to be loved I self-love, self-loathe, self-hate and self-gloat When the world's too loud I just throw on my headphones Someday I might stitch them to the side of my face Plug myself into the stereo and turn up the bass Frankenstein figure, fuse limbs and split nerves Inject ink into my veins so my fingers drip words Emerge out the fog like after jubala shows Open the exits, release the m*******a smoke I'm on the road like Kerouac, anywhere been there and back Always awake to the same face staring back The puddles get muddy and the mirrors get foggy My mind's always moving but it can't leave my body Undiagnosed neurotic, unfocused and toxic If I'm not sick I don't know that the problem is The songs are just ways to keep my mind busy Distract me from what happens if I really started thinking