May I have a word

A word of your advice

I know we're not that close but I just feel like I, if left to my own

Left to my own devices I'll end up in some Hare Krishna kind of bullshit

Misquoting holy works that have been co-opted from third worlds

turned into this bastardized Sanskrit that I'll get tattooed lovely on the inside of my wrist—

Another bodhisattva anarchist forever outwardly blissed

Or did I miss the point with all of this?

All my nonsense aside I know you're feeling tired

All the contacts that you've kept up with, the dialogue expires like bad milk

Or is that redundant?

I'm not sure why I think in endless metaphors my language can't afford

We took the fall with Babylon

We've tried this twice before

And though we feel the same we ain't got much to say

Through word of mouth I tried reaching out

Got this grey box in return

"You've got to ease up off me a bit

Why are you pushing this?"

Guess I'm a liar

I said "I'm feeling fine"

When the truth is that the fluid nature of our language, by design, leaves me unsure

Just what's the nature of this call

Built cell phone towers towards the sky— it's time to watch them fall

We took the fall with Babylon

We've tried this twice before

And though we feel the same we ain't got much to say

Through word of mouth I tried reaching out

Got this grey box in return

"You've got to ease up off me a bit

Why are you pushing this?"

Why am I pushing this?

Guess I'm a liar

Guess I'm a liar

Guess I'm a