dress the house blank computer paper lord, i’m so new pull the numbers from the rafters shake the knees til they’re blue so who’s your daddy, ha ha ha best lie gets close to the truth how strange to find kindling smoke to meet those eyes on you a poor swimmer should never try to save the drowning even when all these sharks start surrounding paying for the sins of other men there’s goblins at the wetland edge, with empty headrests, birthing hips we've generations to upend they give em one for the pain two for eternity

i wonder where you go off to when you go away from me to wake up washed out in someone's wildest dream your eyes barely open sometimes i picture them scrolling through your mind i'd die to live up to what you find all my riddles and rhymes ringing false i'd do whatever for the clicks but i never cite the primary source what spell have you cast me under? or do these mail order drugs do wonders? i don't need to know what's taking hold the devil resides in the details you're kind to withhold is it just me? the rhythm feels off thought if i played it to a click it would swing just like the primary source when heaven and earth quits moving imagine what we'll be doing give glory to god when the world stops spinning the sun revolves around us

she says she wanna fucking dance but I don't know what to do she says she wanna fucking dance but I don't know what to do she says she wanna fucking dance well I can dance with you she says she wanna fucking move well I don't know what to do she says she wanna fucking move well I don't know what to do well if you wanna fucking move well I got something for you she said she, ya she said she wanna fucking dance but I don't know how to do it she said she wanna fucking dance but I don't know what to do well if you wanna fucking dance then I can dance with you

limp from high chamber in blew to and by the foot blood, lantern, on metal group it for all of us on the AM a fun diversion machine diversion machine group it went and walked through future icons went and walked through future icons over and over I have a mouth and i must scream I have a mouth and i must scream and i must scream

well pardon my running but I do not make standard army issue love and if it is Tuesday this must be Belgium yea this must be Belgium you know it makes me kinda feel so down the way we gotta hear our name in someone else’s mouth cuz you never really do see lost gloves in pairs but soon you will chase left hands running right through the air houses look bigger after they burn down and it's because… but can you smell the iron in my blood? well who are you really and what were you before? so may the poetry of your love never turn to prose ocean fronts through bay windows in the home you’d hoped you could afford who could believe you’d gone unloved this long

white fire behind my eyeballs my thoughts are turning tribal i wanna protect you with my chest anything glass or wooden could crack what my skull couldn't my fists are crippled closed for good i don't know how they keep their heads cool buried in snow apologies resounding but i feel your lips around him i wanna be in his head while his thoughts are inside you i could too, i would even like to what you can't remember i can't forget i've got drugs all around the household but nothing left with which to kill mold i've got friends but i never call them i've invented a drinking problem when i dry up i'll kick it but there's always a little bit left

you've so much to lose prescription medicine that helps you choose which way to swing your moods i've so many friends who just so happen to sell what i spend all my lunch money on i've got so much time to compromise, make up, and lose my mind and colonize your space i have never seen the sunrise i have only seen the way it shines upon your face

never thought I’d be one for slowed down living but I guess I’m learning now Mario and me we find ways to blend our speech and they let us dock the boat downtown oh Tyrrhenia, won’t you bury me in blue grottos, beneath the calming sea we can talk Lucia Rosa down so bring the wife, bring the kids finally I’m happy just to live I drink now in peace of mind cuz on that first day he said your telephone’s a cold instrument so I got up and threw mine into the bay oh Tyrrhenia, won’t you bury me in blue grottos, beneath the calming sea we can talk Lucia Rosa down

well oh my friend you say I know you well so I can tell by the shape of your fire that you’re going through hell so go on you can put your water in my well and oh my friend they say you reap what you sow but I think we’ve been cashing the good part of what that can bestow Pontine island docks, hometown parking lots, our cellar doors stay unlocked and oh my friend you know real names be proof so may we always stare at the sun and catcall the devil for fun we got credit strain and lumbar pain but we always shared our cocaine we’ve been burying family and we’ve been burying friends but the futures not something that I’ve come to fear so lets those morning birds come and catch our ear there’s no use in wondering when the good times end so I think it’s best we keep living in the time we spend ten years behind, ten years ahead ten years behind, ten years ahead ten years behind, ten years ahead

i love you but you're nothing but a fool the longer i grow in the tooth the more i curse this subjectivity of truth wouldn't want it to die with you but who would i tell it to other than you? there's hope yet this crack team of entrepreneurs they've cracked the cure and they've stashed it by the closetful they're uncertified, but certifiable your new mistress approves a tale as old as time ice as thick as graphene i'm thinking i can skate if only the old wives agreed the channels change my mind i wish i'd known the rules applied more than half the time saxophone

don’t you think it’s time… to let it all down don’t you think it’s time… to let it die down don’t you think it’s time… to let it lie down don’t you think it’s time… to let it fade out when all your favorite things get old before you are life can’t be about just a moment anymore just one of those days except they’ve all been in a row another year, another week, another hour spent growing long in the lobe our summer soldiering marched on far too long he said I’m feeling like three people and they all don’t get along well you say it feels just like a funeral but honestly, ain’t that ok? we’re all mechanics in our future tombs now all for the love of the game as I was bashing on kids from dry canoe families why do I still call grown men kids... the past feels like a book I read too fast with a storybook future that's come to pass and it’s not coming no it’s not coming I'd rather be caught dead than caught dying time nipping at our heels now haven’t we wrung it all out all the humor in ceaseless beats of remember when nostalgic mining through what could have been I know you well enough to know who you wish you were then so don’t you think it’s time to come unstuck lest we remain like a rain between the wiper speeds rain between the wiper speeds so to those with whom I have been stealing horses, boy did we have a good run no that’s right, yea we had a great run but it just isn’t cute anymore no this just isn’t cute anymore --- now it’s raining in Hong Kong and my kiwi’s in a ballroom dress I wonder what she’s underlining in those dog-eared paperbacks yea, I wonder what she used to dream inside her younger disco naps two weeks later she’s got her feet on the dash as the cul-de-sacs start to swirl she sits back and talks about aging as we’re breathing new life into the world still I cut her off and I tell her just how nice it is to have someone to tell you to tell you that you’ve been talking in your sleep