Ooh Do I Love You

Mud; Muddy slush; Slushy lawn In the inbetween of the winter and spring and the lawn's long gone People walking Lotsa people walking over the life in the mud On the sidewalk under my crawl Mud bubbles pop and burst breath into the air Where's the inbetween if everyone's a me? That there tree grew outta me People talking Lotsa people talking I'm hurt. You're hurt My dad's hurt, and haven't you learned everyone's hurt? Sure we're all smiles seeing reptiles Birds in bars We measure up each species in our heads Barely aware that we're so scared we measure up each species in our heads I can step on that lil' fucker's jaw I can snap him in half like a wishbone And I think to myself, Like I'm always thinking, I want everything and two of some of this shit Find my place in the apehouse See myself in their eyes My fingers on their feet My possessive love somewhere in their embrace My freedon's limitations in their swinging and hollering I'm singing I'm hollering I'm singing I'm hollering I'm always bothering