OFF TOPIC - Conversation lyrics

I think it's time we had a little conversation

Me and you

I'm willing to admit it's overdue

See I'm feeling like life's animation

And these two-dimensional story-boards are wearing thin

So let me have your exclusive undivided attention

Grab a blank notebook and a fresh pen

Where do I begin if I don't know the origin?

How do I explain why I can't sleep for weeks without medicine?

You wanna hear the most recent aggravation?

Every time I touch the mic I get a standing ovation

But it's probably 'cause there's no seats in here

So let me see you on your feet in here

You got a man speaking here

But all they wanna do is cry into their beers

But that's trivial, typical, predictable behavior

I can't blame ya

I'd probably do the same without my savior

I come home at night and write scripture

But somewhere back there I lost the big picture

You paying attention, man?

This fifty bucks an hour ain't cheap

And I didn't come here to speak to dead meat

I guess that's why the little tape recorder's running

So you can play me back later, analyze my behavior

Give it to your neighbors and other strangers

Then y'all can laugh at my expenses, no pun intended

And make new conversation about the new patient you're working with

Step one is to admit you've got a problem

Step two is to help your fucking self

Step three is theoretical

Some sort of positive progression toward the unattainable

I think it's time we had a little conversation

Me and you

I've seen what you can do

Rearranging concrete mind states

Complicated mental cases putting on a happy face

Without booze or freebase

I got a good friend with a strong faith

He says if I can find mine I'll stop wandering space

I've researched your work and made several comparisons

And I think with the right approach, you might be on to something

So I come to you defenseless

Balls on the table

I got plenty to lose and plenty more to be thankful for

But more times than not I'm starting wars 'cause I'm bored

This is J. Moore

Slightly transformed and off topic

Too many years removed from when I thought I knew my conscious

And last time I checked I had more than one accomplice

Which upgrades my status from ignorance to bliss

So please tell me what's the difference

So write it all down and read it back so we can hear it out loud

Eject button out the mind, through the mouth

I must need this more than money 'cause it's costing me

It must be love, 'cause I hurt it but it follows me

And it's growing, I can feel it deep inside of me

It's like the new cult religion for the lost generation causalities

For all of y'all that can't figure it right

I'm not talking to the shrink, I'm talking to the mic

Step one is to admit you've got a problem

Step two is to help your fucking self

Step three is theoretical

Some sort of positive progression toward the unattainable