Drawing faces on the glass, the foggy windowpane collapses in a pattern It's a fractal map Topological designs, seven bridges, contradictions, didn't matter It's a left hand dap Charismatic to the bone, he couldn't bear to be alone, after all the idle chatter And the slow claps As his head lands in his hands to ruminate on their demands and the refrain of: "Swing batter!" He creeps into the night, heaps of receipts in his wallet Salt and peppered temples with a laundry list of causes Genteel inscribed on both his eyes, bereft and alone Stokes a fire of sieved desires, wearing a cone And it's over like a thunderstorm But the beat still slaps Across the cold blue sky, over the vast expanse and pitter patter Of a pale Midwestern knack His colors bleeding over lines, established effort over time, watch the roaches scatter Hear knuckles crack Taking stock of the divine, utilized allotted time, I've got just enough to climb This ladder He creeps into the night, heaps of receipts in his wallet Salt and peppered temples with a laundry list of causes Genteel inscribed on both his eyes, bereft and alone Stokes a fire of sieved desires, wearing a cone And now we're here Because it's nothing like an oath of fealty sworn, hand on a bible I've faith enough to cast them both into the street But, straight lines that separate object from intention Become the knots that twist and lie They said I'd be brave, proud, and free Yeah killing machines fly high over me I'm out Its incremental regalia, cut down from the frozen root There's a line i can try but, its a one way ticket, a feedback loop Prime arrives in the morning, out there its probably booming now, but i dont mind They said I'd be brave, proud, and free Yeah killing machines fly high over me They said I'd be brave, proud, and free Yeah killing machines drive down chosen streets

Leave me alone, enough of the drone, if I wanted company, would I be here? The plan until last call, consists of staring at the wall Can't do that if you hover near Don't take offense, it wasn't meant "Don't take offense" is always what comes before The words that slur to life when saying less would be more wise; the muscle flings me to the floor It's high time I found a door In the event that I smother in the back Lose track of the coke back, sad sack, sugar for the cognac Look, its not the best part of me Through the briars, you remained a friend indeed Filling in the blanks, the stagger dreams It's high time I found a door Is there a chance to heal That this rift conceals? An eternal argument Chomps at the heels Of progress, but only if you can leave these names off the blotter But if we check the reel It will not reveal That fallow fields abound; Contempt over zeal A process, that only hits to the reeds, murking the water Remember when you used to send, the mailers out to all your friends A Christmas card, last year and then, Offended by the precedent I set in motion, no intent; Don't want to to build a fence I cannot control, these wings are meltable, but instead of flight, just always pecking at the rind Energy to theorize, with these gnashing teeth, distracted eyes, the Depth of what is realized is lost between the lines It's shuffled in with piles of daily mail But i just poured an apertif, That's just how it has to be, somehow Don't call me back, I know the facts, besides you know how I'd react I'd promise that this was the last Time you'd be put under the axe That's how I know I need you bad But you know better than to forget It's as good as it's ever been I'm a self-made idiot The drama will repeat again Some friend I couldn't bear to be, subjected to the charity, you know, stubbornness is piety, and a monumental bore I will remain attached, as i gaze blankly at the empty glass, and I'll knock another back, it's all I do anymore It's shuffled in with piles of daily mail But i'm just where i ought to be That's just how it has to be For now

Yes! Your honor I was there, it's not that simple I was told you're supposed to bring a friend And I've always been a bit slow I knew I'd have to wait a while But I was dosing it low Far from a rank and file Dusk is a lonely host Do you even believe me? I manufactured the ire I drew blood, I burned their own To recall every detail that evening is far too great a task I was painting a portrait that brought me close to God, at least I thought of one As the canopy filtered the light, every limb was alive and it groaned in the night With a vicious intent, and I'll tell you my friends, to survive was to burn, so I torched it and ran It was seriously the most fucked up thing that happened all week I'm still keeping up Caps and stems in gut I knew I'd have to wait a while But I was dosing it low Far from a rank and file Dusk is a lonely host Do you even believe me? I manufactured the ire I drew blood, I burned their own Fuck; cleaned my desk and now I'm walking free, and thought the boughs don't bend so much, I see their knees Fuck; the hammer fell, instead of hopping bars, I'll call them my front door and count with tallied scars Fuck; I forged a link with ashes in the sky, and when I broke the ice he just said "sempre fi" Fuck; in coming out, there was a proper theme, in place of soft pitched sophistry

Time to fly, here we go again I'm getting high, I'm with my friends We're getting by, trying to make pretend Time to fly, here we go again I don't want to say That you were, the one that got away Can I face it alone? Can I free every bond from the skin? In the end, I'll atone It appeals in a different way It darkens doors, and takes the lewdest opportunities Crawling back from broken unities She's selling all the time Cuz she's got something they're needing They're feeling freezing I'm okay with whatever comes my way I said I'm okay Every time I leave, the vibes lead me to believe I should drape the walls in red velvet curtain I won't be saving any wine when the night is spent And the night is spent on you, every moment, tailored for enjoyment Don't try to mirror the subtlety of the rising tide You're alright, you're okay You're gonna live another fuckin' day Because you're on your way Said nothing gets to you like that I don't want to say That you were, the one that got away Can I face it alone? Can I free every bond from the skin? In the end, I'll atone It appeals in a different way Soon the love escapes, maybe just out to lunch Not enough to see if this is drying up A staple I'd argue would seal me in the rut I told you, that I'm stalling, they baptized me in mud This bed should not be cold tonight She speaks as if there's no divide Can I pretend that there is evidence for Something more than a few turns around it? I won't be saving any wine for you

I'm wondering where's my place in this On balance beams I'm diggin' it I'm wondering where's your evidence On balance beams, I'm day-trippin' What is it, living? What is it? Way up there Conversations about the weather I paint my face around nothing Hazy Sunday, I'm diggin' it Fade away, were you something You're hearing things, is that nothing? What is it, living? What is it? Way up there Conversations about the weather Bring me closer to the weakness I can taste every altered state with a tongue that can filter the surplus In every in there is an out, a clever cloak a new amount, keeping mum while speaking out, but no And he meant to deter every way, all attempts to determine the access codes He's reigning in he's walkabout, excusing me from talking out, but no There's a chance that we'll ask for a day to recording aches from the give and the take In the end we will find it's a flex of the wings, and we'll learn that we never get a break I can't interpret your words on this I can't intercept your thoughts on this I can't disconnect my thought magnet Can I make pretend I have words for it? Bring me closer to the weakness now That i have known for too long to confuse it with another Hey babe, don't bite my cheeks, that hurts I'm just saying hey babe that hurts This coin's got two sides, yeah what's worse Hey babe don't bite my cheeks that hurts I could say that i, I'll give another try I'll last another day Just to keep this ramshackle contraption of a love alive Can't cull what should not survive It's killing me, i realize But, otherwise it's Hey babe don't bite my cheeks that hurts Hey babe bite my cheeks, yeah, that hurts Okay, Siri, please help me understand something: How is it that seven out of ten times I see a car parked in a fire lane, or in an otherwise restricted area clearly indicated by some sort of sign or coloration of an adjacent curb, it is a particularly expensive but entirely impractical car that can only feasibly serve as some kind of vanity statement by the owner of said car because such vehicles are so fucking extra that even the most elite of classes cannot escape the fact that these vehicles are not fast enough to be muscle cars, nor are they capable of hauling anything the way one would with a fucking truck or something. It displays self-awareness, that should lead to empathy for your fellow humans, but has instead manifested in contempt, and the desire to gloat, and no amount of performative solidarity can change that kind of a track record. It's a shiny middle finger that brings them to the restaurant to where they spit on the staff, and tip poorly. It's a reminder that they have, and you have not. Oh look, he's getting out. Holy shit. It's Ted Wheeler. Way up there Conversations about the weather I get bored with nothing Yet someday, I'm nothing

Counting his proclivities, rosary beads, every meeting finds another horse to beat Loaded phrases on the signs, and unimpressive paradigms "Stop! I feel so low, and I can only don a traditional guise Fall in line, or you'll be in my sights, escorts red, blue and blaring" He flopped down on the tarmac, just like it was his driveway Tell me, buddy, are you fucking serious? I'm really looking forward to when the referendum on coppin' steez is repealed The tantrum airs at five, and its reading like You stepped out of line to make a scene about something like a sale price When on comment threads with fascists, be the one that makes the racket C'mere, I'm gonna break your fucking nose "I'm feeling so alone, its like the world's left me behind Boys bleeding blue, bout to bring back the broad brush approach, battered, fried and served" A dusty narrative, with nowhere left to live, except in limited handshake environments "Fall in line, or you'll be doing time, far past the point of caring" You skipped your chrysalis, and balled up both your fists Tell me buddy, are you fucking kidding me? I'm really looking forward to when the referendum on coppin' steez is repealed Tell me it's your rights I'm infringing on Your clearly finer points of idea generation My bleeding heart is filled with sympathy but I'm long dry of any patience I can't just sit and wait for you to die Fuck. "I've got my hooks so deep inside of you You think I'm here to scratch the itch? First I'll spin your buzzwords into anthems, dude Then I'm gonna gut you like a fish" I wish that I could say the same was true Of all the promises that were made to you But let's be realistic, we're still washing dishes A generation born to lose Ha ha! It's fine. After all: we're all just special little snowflakes anyway.

Meanwhile, it's a risky gamble Inside of embittered incantations hummed through powder marks emphatically supplied Cracked tile in a cleaned house chapel Don't vie for convenient little analog solutions like they're mail-order brides Sometime, you'll have to choke down the artificial cherry flavored medicine Chastised, and memorizing trivia that's useful just like paintings for the blind Chapped hide, a paring knife is implemented to determine if you're worth the time Anti-hero in a new revision, fiction that expunges every crime Welcome aboard Breadseeds flourish in beds by the east wall Encircled on the floor to steep like tea in the windfall Steering wheel in hand to banish the backtalk If Rosencrantz and Guildenstern survive, then you don't walk It's when all reasoning fails In whims that vary, unpredictable weather In anger, reconsideration severs the tether Prematurely mirth consuming, worse or for better The weighing of a heart so dense it launches the feather It's when all reasoning fails I'm eyeballs deep in details Instead of lashing out I'll fold to the daydream If you're in every home, I'll be only what you make me I've been a problem child more times than occasionally The echoes of the hammer are what's truly amazing It's when all reasoning fails I'm eyeballs deep in details No love in driving the nail And yet he acted selflessly Or so he always dreamed, you see He fought with honor, a closet goner And flexed his way to victory But he's no Michelangelo There's several other cracks to go A nonmasonic cross, he's on it And reappropriates the known But that's a higher rung to climb Its Everest to tired eyes A road to slaughter, dirty water He spews the bile, a tired line Welcome aboard