Week 39

S.O.K

These lyrics are yet another “stream of self-consciousness” (as described by my sister Donna). The idea of a song called S.O.K. came from a friend’s Facebook thread about “Sleep Over Kids”. As I was puking up some words, I challenged myself to include multiple phrases with those initials. I don’t know how well this works, but I’m stoked to check another week off the list.

S.O.K.

Wake up you’re here now
You don’t even know how
This all came together
In the blink
Of a wink

No one else is here
Just you and your fear
So you gotta lay down
Your welcome mat
Breaking bad
Habitation
With no relation

Welcome to your new way
It’s gonna punch you right in the face
Standard Operating Karma’s
Gonna get you

But this is not where you live
You feel like a Sleep Over Kid
Hungry and homesick
For a home
You don’t know
Means no relation
Bad habitation

Wake up and theorize
About a planet that keeps you alive
With the Same Old Kindness
That makes others pray
Makes you delay
Gratification
With no relation
Bad Habitation