Nikita Granks (OC)
It isn't an opinion I'm a little free-range, but a full-blown fact and understatement
Can anyone really take a look at me and think me tame?
Be it that I have somewhat of a job at the local city park
Really, that's your only reasoning?
Hard to imagine when I clock in, day after day, to be told what to do
To be scolded for a job poorly done, oh well, I was busy with other things
Be they video games or simply water cooler talk with a raccoon and blue jay
A little relaxation never hurt anyone, and neither does a lot
Rebel without a cause is my label, a curse I guess I live with
With the rest of you around me, it's clear I feel in prison once in a while
A few times I could have run, but I stay grounded for a few reasons
Job perks are one, but friendships are another
Sometimes I wonder what it really is I stand for
Rigby x Mordecai
The sun's up again, and thus another day
Things to do, people to see, we've formed a pretty clean rut haven't we?
You don't regret the things we do, no matter how oft the bad things occur
Do you reason it's because we're friends, or maybe something more?
To go on the way we do, there must be something there
Me and you go round and round, but just for once can we stop to breathe?
I'll treat you to coffee today, no, no, I promise, it's on me, Mordecai, I swear
Remember it for when comes a time that I'll ask for you something in return
Forever would be too much to ask, but I'd do what I could to make it work
And if I had the chance, I'd buy us a house, a large one where we both could live
A bed for you, a bed for me, surprise though, they're one in the same
Day after day in another continuous rut, but happy as long as we were together
Mordecai on Margaret
Nobody will ever be able to know this sickness that I feel
Understands not a single soul how my breath could be snatched from my beak
The thought of it, reflect on it, just how long I've pined for her
Sheer humility on a man's heart so thin, now crushed with feminine hands
Odd now how he's thick as stone, trying to cope with this news he hears
Numbness comes to mind as he, I, saunter back into my cavern
I am on my knees in tears, a raccoon barely keeping company, just great
Have I lost my mind, or and I selfish? They were friends and now much more
About an hour now it's been, and I still can't cope
This day made ruined by two waitress' kiss
Whole orbs shatter to pieces in my chest, and I don't care to pick up
Ordeal after ordeal, this blue jay's curse be suffering
Maellard x Benson
I don't live through a mission statement; I live through my own desires
Didn't you think I hired you for reasons other than what you printed?
Hire by thumb up, fire by thumb down
You stood before me so many years ago that autumn
For a hopeful fellow such as yourself, I gave you the chance and let you follow
Your ethic surely lacks, and really, can't you use your head?
Skills have no place with what I've hired you for; I'd hoped you'd surely get it
Beenteen, oh, I'm starting to think your head holds no brain at all
It wasn't a company meeting I've called you in here for, now close the office door
Was that a blush I saw? It was, wasn't it? No, no, don't take it back
For at least then, your body would understand the temptations I have planned
Your thoughts can play catch up later, but for now I'll bend you over
Body made of metal, huh? Ha, now that's exactly what I've bargained for
They talk so loud sometimes they seem to forget my silence
Say what they say though, they're still my family
Blood is thicker than water, but sometimes I wonder what
Runs through metal veins and an iron heart?
Thicker it be than water, okay, but then why do I hide myself away
Than prefer the company of their overbearing presence? I don't understand
Water runs clear, cool, and ever-changing yet so serene
But we've become a dam somewhere down the road
We're not how a family should act, not the kind of flesh and blood at any rate
Made of warm hearts and loving smiles, rosy cheeks
Of soft hair to caress when I cry and you tuck me into sleep
Metal so cold, sometimes I prefer to not touch
And it's so sad, isn't it, that I blame you for my loneliness
Glass left unclean without a thumb to stroke it.