hey darling, you're a cactus killer type a and imposing willer fight ready and you're looking sharp then you send me to go find my harp hey darling, you're an awful terror why me and not a dumb crow scarer you really know how to take me down i hope you miss me when i'm not around you know i know things are gonna go down this way i see, for me, things are gonna be bad today why why you wanna cut me with your samurai sword? with your samurai sword? hey darling your a cactus kisser a needle tease and a dry well wisher late remembering to do no harm your remorse doesn't undisarm i know you know things don't have to go down this way but i see, for me, things are gonna be bad today why why you wanna cut me with your samurai sword? are you really that bored?

i have a bookcase built by my mother's father my daddy's daddy has a book that now sits upon it in the pages there's a nazarene, cut out of a magazine he is a statue standing high over a little town staring down with his arms stretched out and the boys with their nylon sheets jump from his head down into the streets i know i don't really understand these things sometimes but I know that everything is gonna fall in line maybe boats don't feel like the ocean and solid ground is unceasing motion underwater I'm umbilically purposed the salt won't burn my eyes 'til the surface there's a cloud like a boxer on his back there's a cloud like an encounter in a laundromat there's a cloud that says i'm meant for this i was meant to always dig this ditch i know i don't really understand these things sometimes but i know that everything is gonna fall in line what's it mean when i'm encouraged by the gates of hell? i'm done with passive aggression no more are questions suggestions

remember what you always told me? you think that pavement is a way to get your knees skinned you sorry thing, there's always a way to get your knees skinned the unregistered burns of unmittened hands the slow thaw, role call, patterned beats and birds the door turns in with spokes on a drum and the chalk on the sidewalk, hurriedly sung i guess i always wanted to believe that there could be a mass appeal to my fictional math and when I finally fell asleep late last night i dreamt of all the parties that we crashed in '09 and i saw you there, and i was there too,and everyone we knew, but then i woke up and realized it wasn't true remember what you always told me? you think that pavement is a way to get your knees skinned you sorry thing, there's always a way to get your knees skinned