5 to 8 Hours a Day (WWwaG)

People in the garden, dressing up for revolution Can't keep down, weak constitution Am I wasted, hated? Eating all the walruses, keeping all the tusks You didn't think this would come out of me You didn't think this would come out of me People in the garden, dressing up for revolution Can't keep down, weak constitution Am I wasted, hated? Eating all the walruses, keeping all the tusks You didn't think this would come out of me You didn't think this would come out of me "Five to eight hours a day," he said In a dream of his, my body is a guitar Insubordinate fingers, insubordinate mind Tamed by practice Through repetition, transformation Seedling into tree Tiny cell upon tiny cell upon tiny cell upon tiny cell upon tiny cell I tried it exactly once Like a goody two shoes with one joint Like a clock twice, lazy luck Maybe it's the precursor to habit I'm carrying a verse after a guitar stand Birthed and grown before the lashes nipped my cheek She flowed like a tear drop Up to 5' 9" over the course of thirty minutes But what about the features? Like Jesus, like Santa, like Cleopatra I'm testing the ghosts, the vultures I know she looks like me My song, my child But I'm not done with them yet, the birds I know I live in their heads Their invisible conjuring We all see through it, like air The second I met them, I started drinking But the habit hasn't yet kicked me Did you notice I rewrote the lyric? I want to try to fill myself with the things I've lost The things I wanted, the things I love You love like stolen land At my worst, I do too But I'm on my way to getting free This is the only moment in the history of the universe That we will be here together Celebrate by being here