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her scream, i was coffee buzzin' in the Batmobile

lickin' my wounds like the salt might relent

drip a drop of fortunate sledgehammer on my forehead

color me in some kind of patchy tan

step back and listen to the

sonic boom

static free

drum solo of the universe

a boom bippidy boom di boom on my way out

brick buildings swivel geometrically

long days, wishin' for the pavement

when the gravity goes and the Joneses went solar

when you're tickin' like the second hand

like the bomb before it hit kaboom

unleash upon the city its newly learned kung fu

i was only memories and aftermaths

her scream against the wall

around the circle of the shotglass

her smile like the thunderstorm

her anger like the kitten's fur

still she color me in, from the bold line 'cross the empty space

i'm still livin' better lives inside my dreams

and i never want out although the sunshine is welcome

while it creep past the carpet, collect pooled on the far wall

while it bounce up and down on my head as i reel

     in

          this

                 fish

 

little fishie went and picked himself the wrong breakfast buffet

and now his day has

considerably worsened

said to the missus i'll be back in just a couple minutes

but oh s**t, look at what f****n' happened

head snapped back, a bloody lip, it's hard to breathe

it's hard to see

his animated lifespan comes clusterfucked

and then the panic attacks, the rational becomes nonsensical

and that's just where we like just about everything at

catch and release, he's thankin' Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed

Allah, anyone that might've lent a hand

gets back stat and says you wouldn't even believe it

and she wears the look that says you're right, i won't