Some Kind Of Lyrical Down Payment

I don't relate to you

I'm just listening

You can't understand my story

see we are different

the level of insanity is not equal 

and I see it 

you are the surface and I am the dept

I can search my whole life

and never end of here

in a room that smells like beer and incense 

you are insane and this has made me shameless

in my judgments and my vagueness

there are no words that can save us

only prayers to recognize us

quiet demons with pretty wings

and way too much money  

how do you measure wealth and success 

I love the greedy and arrogant 

we are the lazy and self serving 

starving for another helping of creativity 

I write it all down and he paints it 

the things I dream most would never even think it 

I'm not like them 

so why do they try to wear the same stuff

you look like I did in high school

and that is a British teenage prostitute

no one understood what I was getting away with

now I dress like the kid sister of Morrissey and Robert Smith  

down payment on the things I have't said yet 

what is it to be a writer

to wake from dreams and make the dreams

to have the world cry with you as you explain 

so many things are just too plain and basic

so color and songs exist in this world  

not just to shape this place but to save it 

I lived millions of days

but I can tell this one is going to be one of my favorites 

It feels like poetic justice 

or some kind of lyrical down payment

I am Josalisa and I come from pavement...to riOt