I could have been salt of the Earth But I’ve gone and peppered myself with sheepishness. This was sort of the last of all my classic reprises. Let it ring. Leave me be. Just let the doorbell talk to them. Normally I’m not like this at all But today I kind of am. Think of it as a special occasion. Think of it as some time to get to know yourself a little more. Open doors to the portal of your rhino shaped mind. I’m burning up I can see your sweat drip. Or is that just humidity? Regardless I start to eat my popsicle quicker. Can’t tell if it or the air is thicker. Corny jokes I have heard But I don’t think I’ve ever read them. Although I really liked the voice you put on When you said them. It’d be really nice for moments like this to just last as long as possible. But I freeze up on the inside While my outer shell’s just crimson. That rhino’s under ice And the husk he was living in has just turned uninhabitable. Unfathomable turn of events. But understandable if you were really investigating this whole time. Frizzy hair and raindrops One thinks the other can’t belong Little did we know In the future we’d discover That we were wedging each other all along. At least there was that one great moment that you probably forgot But I remember. How could I forget? I subsist solely on some frozen energy I stored a long damn time ago. How do you think I survive the snow? I’m more puzzled at how you lasted that long in the heat. Or was it just humidity? Again I can’t be sure. Is there even a difference anyway? Was there even a report on the density that day? My head was in the clouds I wasn’t paying attention anyhow. And my rhino shaped brain’s reflection contained nothing after all.

Murder by design. Murder by design will be your future stock line. While I have the height advantage right now I guess I’ll use mine. Never mind. I’m not sure that I’ve ever felt more unkind. A leg sweep on the grass? What a stupid freaking parting line. I was such a flaming, royal asshole back then Not that I’m much better now. I just suppress my foul thoughts And let them chow at me. When I turn 80 call the vultures I’ll be really tasty. Tastier than some good Italian. From far away I resemble a prince up on a stallion Closer up your mind wanders… How many talons did the bird that attacked me have? It feels like I should go I think I’ve run my course here. Call me a coward if you want to I’m sure it’s sincere. But seriously I think I’ve really got to go I think I’ll feel much better when I suddenly run off to… A place that looks cool Until I realize my idiosyncratic design Packed up and came right with. I thought I packed my suitcase to the gills But somehow shit slipped in too. What could I do? Who even could I talk to Except for my mirror’s carcass? One more thing… I’m sure we all grow. I’m sure that over time we’ll start to laugh at all the things we didn’t know. I’m sure that I can muster up a neutral face. I’m sure that I can muscle up And tear apart my tainted suitcase. But can I save face? Can I blame the right one? Can I still see the mirror’s carcass After the vultures get my eyeballs? I’m not so sure about that.

Eat yourself to death at Disneyland And then ride every ride. Friends until the end unless we splinter off And wrong every right. Did you hear what I said? I said, “Are you the wolverine?” Look at all this wood that’s in the air. Buckshot’s never been more jealous Let’s be square. Peeled oranges hold my weightless being. A bummer of a time for squares like me. Crazy hair day Everyone did nothing. Most times I feel crazier now than I did then. (verses repeat) Air soft pellet point blank to the face. Not even the first thing I’ll erase. Little brains are visible in wombs. As long as they are planted in a failing room. Can’t even enter my own damn room. Awkward situations never cease to loom. Wolverine claws slice open my wrist. Clearly just an accident Or was I asking for it?

I should’ve lent a friend But I was trying to find a pen Sure it was crazy And I came off shady But I wanted to work on lyrics I had it in my head that there was just the slightest chance That I might have died in a car wreck And/or drowned myself in shallow water All on the following weekend. You made it clear as spit. More than you would admit. You made it so it couldn’t have been more obvious that I was in your pocket. You’re addicted to never knowing when to quit. And I’m addicted to reminiscing about nothing but terrible shit.

The surfer with the pointiest surfboard Is shredding up my shoulder’s cartilage. I got convinced to go fishing But I only caught a ledge That same day. My cast ain’t so great. It’s not about the results It’s the memories that I’ll hold dear. The twinkles in the eyes Of all the homeless people pissing off the pier. I’m so obsessed with getting there That sometimes I forget I’m already here. The best at making it weird. The best at blocking fear. I’m wishing that I was wishing I could wish that I was anyone but me. I’m by the sea Avoiding trash that’s clean I’m thinking that I’m not as spry In all my thoughts as much as I know why I can’t decide. My second guess is usually my best But then I’m guessing that I guess I’m more of a mess than I thought I was. I’d drink my weight in cream soda if I could I’m floating through existence like a hollow piece of driftwood down the river. The fizzing turns to dizzy as I hit my head on rocks. I hit my head on rocks and then just pass the fuck out. I just want to digest While you marinate alone. I guess in your mind that’s just a really cool Code for eating oleanders.

Orange stains laying in the toilet Let’s show some respect for those slain. But what if I don’t want to stand up? Will my name be forever thought of in vein? And what if I want to cut my face off Just to spite my ego’s head? Who says I have to have reproduction inside? Why can’t I just roam free instead? What’s the big deal? It’s not like I’ve got great genetics. Trying to evacuate my body to the bunker Lovers giving birth to lobsters While I’m hiding in the quarry. Who would have guessed this would be the life for me?

How many dead horses have been beaten to death this week? How many exactly does it take to qualify us all as weak? We’re still on this endless trip And I’m really tired of talking about it. Johnny Cash’s greatest hits I’ll never hear them the same again. You don’t call them on the phone. You’re gonna pill yourself to death tomorrow. I think I’d like to thank myself For never riding in the tank. I’d rather have an honest nervous breakdown Right out in the rain. Instead of lying to myself On a splendid, beautiful sunny day. I’d rather be poor and be relatively happy Than be a billionaire lawyer with a loaded magnum Up his flappy gums. There’s a psycho inside me. My psycho is a dumb vampire That much is clear to me. That much should be so clear to you. We’re getting long in the tooth. Every dentist trip I take I have to fool them ruthlessly. I can’t let them think I’ve accomplished nothing. I’m afraid of looking in the mirror Yet I yearn to see how others see me When I’m truly being me. When I’m truly at peace with everything. But I’m addicted to the thrill of judging myself the hardest. If that and a guitar make me an artist I feel bad for real artists. Can I admit a sin? This trip couldn’t have been more stupid. I’m such a simple, little speck But I’m told it’s more convoluted. I’ve got resting bland face From the lack of oxygen intake. What if they take a picture? I’ll look like a bore and they’ll be on my case. But really… Some would shake my hand. Some would spit right in my god damn face. But wouldn’t most think I’m a grain of sand On a hidden beach that’s lost in space? How many dead horses have been beaten in this song? How many more times will I recycle thoughts and feel so wrong? Probably a bunch.