ET Phone Home

I don't belong here, my thoughts rumble like an estranged homeless
Man threw the trash can in your backyard.
He doesn't belong. slipped on a rock landed on his head
Woke up everything was all wrong.
That's How this is
That's how it seems
It's like rewinding an A-track
Or a fellow homo-sapien
figuring out surprisingly that they have low self-esteem.
Help me venture
Just venting out into the sea
I lost track of my accomplishments
Started on one but landed on three
Just as lucky as can fucking be..right?
It's like going out to a bar for the first time
And get caught up into some fucked up deathrow fight..
Can we say E2?
Where's ET and his damn bicycle when I need him
ET phone Home.
ET take me .
I can ride on the back or you can carry me.
I don't belong here.
How many times can I say that?
My mind is unknown of thoughts are unheard of , my experiences are secretly
Envisioned by human beings but never do they have balls to do such things
That I've done .
Speak of shit I've spoken on
I've giving up on.
Don't be rhetorical but instead be skeptical I do not show any ownership
Of pity nor pain
Use your brain
The very words I'm bleeding out into your immortal cranium is that I am from a whole new millennium and I see normal and reality but can't relate to any of them.
ET phone home
ET take me .
It seems as if perhaps according to not genetics studies
But soulfully and there's possibilities
That I am of God
And You are of Me.

So take me
I do not belong