Frequency Patterns

No school, and I'm home alone
Plain White T's fill the house's emptiness
I look around and you're nowhere to be found
Here's to me hoping you would have a care
But, sweetness, your slip of the mind has just cost you
I have just thought of my plan of action: Warfare.

Growing up in the same generation
Baking mud pies just like anyone else
The want of an explanation now cries at your duplication
My one and a million baby is now a million in one

I'll document your stages
And upon closer examination
I have found you are sorely lacking
The proper frequencies

Papers littering the floor
Half concocted strategies crumbled up
Chewing the tip of a pen, ink fills my mouth
A master plan only lacking a master mind
So I sit alone amidst half finished projects
And wonder what has happened to my peace of mind

Growing up in two very different scenes
A chance that we will never even meet
But in the dark where none can see I shall make you the stuff of dreams
Hiding all your tragic flaws to give you a better image

I'll document your stages
And upon closer examination
I have found you are sorely lacking
The proper frequencies