(I find myself with an ungovernable impulse to indulge in musical composition and I….more on that later Mickey)

This song is self indulgent

Like Kaufman’s Adaptation

Ramp up the action and I promise you’ll maintain engagement

It’s raining bullet casings

This song is solipsistic

I’m shot from every angle

You hear the echoes as the lead goes through the Winnebago

Just do your best to stay low

It’s funny because I don’t think probably most people—especially like younger people—have seen this movie,

so I expect this is not a reference that anybody is going to get.

Go watch—it’s a good film. I recommend it

 

I’ve never been afraid enough

So I’ve never been cautious

And I’ve never been righteous

And I’ve never been wrongful

But I feel like I failed you

So I feel like a failure

All the dreams and the aspirations of people that wanted me greater

Now I’m in a tailspin

Spitting on a track with a beat

From a movie that I saw last week

This is real time writing so I mean what I speak

Which is nothing worth anything

Rinse and repeat

It’s a god damn miracle I’m still on my feet

And I’m looking for a miracle to make life meaningful

It’s easy if you see the world in two discrete factions

(Is that condescending?)

What do y’all mean with your actions?

What do y’all mean by passion?

What do y’all mean that you’ll never work a day in a life if you find it attractive?

You gotta know that’s batshit crazy

Fuck you. Pay me

I just wanna lie in the daisies

Now I’ve gotta try to behave like

Who the fuck am I to say the kinda person I became when I was saved from death?

And I would never claim to regret that

But now I got time to reflect on

Who the fuck are you to trust the person you become when you have nothing left?

(What do I even mean by that? Ugh…Start over. Start it over.)

 

This song is self indulgent

Like Kaufman’s Adaptation

Ramp up the action and I promise you’ll maintain engagement

It’s raining bullet casings

This song is solipsistic

I’m shot from every angle

You hear the echoes as the lead goes through the Winnebago

Just do your best to stay low

(Okay that was nothing. Let’s scrap it and try something else.)

Don’t kill the pacing

I just wanna watch a car explode

Sink into the swamp

Four thousand bullets spray from every hole

Let it go

In this moment please let me indulge

Posing for the cameras with my hands around the villain’s throat

In slow motion kill a cobra with my pinky toes

Jump over a chasm that’s too perilous to fathom but it’s gorgeous

Like porcelain descending an infinite slope

Shivers though it isn’t cold

Chills the witness to the bone

I wish that I could picture more

But instead I’m sitting so I have the funds to sit some more

Pissing contests propagate and escalate to pissing wars

Tell me it’s a chrysalis for different shit worth living for

Nope

Find a different rube to kick the marble

On to bigger fools with bigger dues and different jargon

Knit a crew of nitwits all enamored with the bigwigs shilling bitcoin to the shitlords in the riptide of the rip-off artists

(Okay…and…yeah! Cool. I think that—I think that works actually)