Supine in shade of an old Prairie Cascade

Cheek chalk-full of Bubble Tape

I was livin' like a king

I dog-eared every other page of a Dupont Registry and a new Eastbay

Hot joy flooded all my veins

Summer '93

These moments seem so few and far between

It can't all be sublime and

Can't be all awe-inspiring

You can't stripe every drive

Or split the seams

But I'm feeling broken hearted

From all our hardened hearts that

Suppress our trauma 'til we smoke and shriek

In violent scenes

Three drinks in me upstairs at Plan B

Warsaw was like a fantasy

And I was livin' like a king

The Polish kid with blunt-cut bangs spun Wu-Tang Clan into Wicked Games

Hot joy flooded all my veins and

I began to weep

These moments seem so few and far between

It can't all be sublime and

Can't be all awe-inspiring

You can't stripe every drive

Or split the seams

But I'm feeling broken hearted

From all our hardened hearts that

Suppress our trauma 'til we smoke and shriek

In violent scenes

I'm just now well-adjusted

Been pissin', moanin', fussin'

It's been half a life of sufferin' me me me

Elastic and trusted

This heart been passin' muster

Expandin' exponentially

For Ruthie Pauline

It can't all be sublime and

Can't be all awe-inspiring

You can't stripe every drive

Or split the seams

But I'm feeling broken hearted

From all our hardened hearts that

Suppress our trauma 'til we smoke and shriek

In violent scenes