|
The first man saw his scope |
|
Making lists, he asked will it look like this tomorrow? |
|
Excuse you, behoove you to live a spiders life and "clean up nice" |
|
Placate away, placate away and grow up tame |
|
Tonight i saw what ill never be, old men walking and the reveries badgering me |
|
My longevity lays in my feet, |
|
Im counting fridays on calendars |
|
Im seeing signs in my yellow teeth |
|
I do my best thinking while driving but now |
|
I have to wear glasses and they've been doing roadwork for years |
|
Its funny how towns never lose their smells |
|
Its funny how now i scythe and scowl about missing this house |
|
You can learn to live without anyone, you just cant live with the re-runs |
|
I'm ready to let my hair down, I'm ready to move to the woods until the floor boards get raspy, I'm ready, I'm ready |
|
Sometimes i wish i could stop scratching at my wheals, scratching at the heels of my sneaks |
