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Even if I de-gummed a couple of my own teeth |
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Made you a bracelet of my lineage bone |
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You would just chuckle at my thick old fashioned shape |
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You'd never see past all these Bo-Bo's and cassette tapes |
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Even if I pinched drops from a pin-jab at my wrist |
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And decorate your pillowcase with my riding the bench |
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You would just chortle at my family's blood |
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Turn away and cake yourself in the starting pitcher's mud |
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Even if I pearl dived for kidneys from my hips |
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And hung upon your Christmas tree all my heritage stones |
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You would just mock my inability to piss |
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As you arch your lower back to the homecoming king's kiss |
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Even if I filleted this accordion from my breast |
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And built you an Alamo from my skin |
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You would just moonwalk out of my green advance |
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Flip me the bird as a thinner boy unzips your pants |
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Even though I'm skinny now |
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I'm a fat boy, yes I know |
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Even as I'm riding all around the world |
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I'm still sad beside all the rivers where you flow |
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(ya know?) |
