I Promise Never To Get Paint On My Glasses Again (2)

Out for the view I can gather myself once as a very fairly small human I am my habitat (antidote) And what ripped his face off wasn't even a pain killer And a boyish numb uncomfortable, (he can't) he can't sit Artificial day skeleton keeps him up all night (up all night) Puts himself away (He...) A wise man once said, "Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke!" There is a me in every kindergarten And there is a me bigger than a raccoon, smaller than a building, smaller still, smaller still Afloat with music on (afloat with music on) Better feeling, "Aw, who you tellin'!" I wonder what my mother looked like pregnant I've classified water damage as art Ruining things, trilobite out on the town painting things In accordance with my weird ordinance My style is glass cutter, delicate, intense Why, I haven't the mind for books Shooting out the moonlight with my tongue Depression in a vacuum, chest pains and violent nightmares Brought me to this patch of grass and sun Beauty is in the dead bolt I'm a lonely frontier boy, sordid terminal man Primitive doll making and suspicious plant eater ogling at the magnetism A nibbler with cheap shades on and no contacts in Pack leading nuisance with a way with kids, open envelope Bringing sand to the beach The difference between motion and action Bringing sand to the beach Watching all the book toe be get quiet 'Til we both avoid eye contact together Running into sitting people I sold tickets with (people I sold tickets) I'll have one of your fanciest coffees And a table for one in the dark Writing on the bag I bought stuff in Stuff in Stuff in Stuff in Stuff in All these suckers today Phone calls tomorrow Take out the garbage Briefcase with issues I am my name tag A party with loans out Credit! Be or be broken, let artists clear stables I don't make up the check! Words, I just live here Same stuff, different part of the mess Disowned collection, joined metronome, leave monotone alone I am the master of the works and all their whereabouts Portable leash for the impalement, grand unveilment If the chisel breaks, it's got to be loud enough to sustain the builder We (oof) talk it out Token go getters go get it enamored with something to Risk in the winning folk, subtle yet solemnly Extinction of saturdays inward to inward It's confidence, I'll work for now I open the doors with no physical force Zip codes ain't permanent, I can roam 'em all simultaneously Real hard work comes easily, invest carefully Rest this weak spell, a recipe, on the travel I broke the rulers Dancing with no shoes across this everyday stage These everyday non-coincidence brought about by Living and doubting nothing special We need a real war, give me a field, a field day And I only have time for explosions Sleeping baggage, cat in my lap, a card at play Help to a promise (dove in the subway) Loose change, in held, loose leaf, dormant Wearing the fake nose glass, mustache Hide behind this blade or under this sky It's like in the movies except for no ending Yeah, I urinate in a cup for the art of it And you'll dissect all of it I water storage, poet like desert There's a lightbulb in my skull that dies every time I try to look down or rest All cat owner can do is laugh at circus material Never want to open my eyes, the world only furthers my argument In searching for the perfect flat, I feel so concerned Nobody wins, you're all walking pictures of foot in mouth Although a unicorn ride would charm Let's call it hip hop, you don't got to be inner-city or inbred Or clear my skies like desert I'm in the state of "yo", my peeps, they gather at the borders Waiting up all night for bills If this is supposed to be a revolution, where are my... why don't you just? One man's floor is another man's floor with a pillow on it And sure, the invisible enemy is a thirteen year old computer hacker Times are hard, keeping a fish tank alive is harder And I'm supposed to be some sort of Anti-Christ People like me most happy Well if that's true, why am I hellbound at the pearly gates? The spoon king in the soup, drought like desert It's all the same shit but they call it cLOUDDEAD I only got two hands and half a head It's all the same shit but they call it cLOUDDEAD I only got two hands and half a head It's all the same shit but they call it cLOUDDEAD I only got two hands and half a head It's all the same shit but they call it cLOUDDEAD I only got two hands and half a head It's all the same shit but they call it cLOUDDEAD I only got two hands and half a head It's all the same shit but they call it cLOUDDEAD I only got two hands and half a head It's all the same shit