im a jumbled mass of pessimism
a flying crate of melodramatic pies
too much too soon and not enough ease on the spine
i tell you this isnt what the brochure depicted
something inside me is like biting on tin foil
all muddled up in the roots like waiting anchors
if i could type faster i would
but that's all the more reason to start something else
i have new aches and twinges
these bone yard hands cant keep clean for long
tired locks of what use to be brown gleam with golden resignation
im only so fond of lasting forever
and luckily that was never in the contract
the prelude to false teeth will be glorious
if i have anything to do with it
a flying crate of melodramatic pies
too much too soon and not enough ease on the spine
i tell you this isnt what the brochure depicted
something inside me is like biting on tin foil
all muddled up in the roots like waiting anchors
if i could type faster i would
but that's all the more reason to start something else
i have new aches and twinges
these bone yard hands cant keep clean for long
tired locks of what use to be brown gleam with golden resignation
im only so fond of lasting forever
and luckily that was never in the contract
the prelude to false teeth will be glorious
if i have anything to do with it