Could probably grab a grave for myself
Reserve a plot with the blokes
the dames & damsels who croaked before me
And pen the final draft of my will, set to give Pat my guitars
and give my brother my car and so on.
Know you’re not the only soul alone
I method act and take it too far
52 Blue suit submerges
I nearly drown in the surf, and often
friends, tentative, perform CPR
Cough up the sob story, purge
Leave people fucking perturbed
I'm sorry
No, you're not the only one
Swimming in the single ether, see the shore, my hand outreaching
Just hold on, don’t float on by
Just hold on, don’t float on by if you could
Please wrap your arms around me
squeeze til I’m no longer conscious
Not every day sucks but if it’s not asking much
could I trade my days of meaning if it means I could have one with
feeling?
Not scanning the wasteland 'cause procreation's dire
Not testing the water out when I see a shark fin
Not looking to rent out when I need a buyer of a heart
My chance is getting down to the wire
Each day less Don Juan, Gaston
and more mad scientist off their rocker
Success is rare; more errors than trials
Keep mixing jelly with my peanut butter when I need a fluffernutter
Invest in stocks of my metaphors? I suggest you short
Just hold on, don’t float on by
Just hold on, don’t float on by
Anthropophobia is blinding
You'd sit next to bonfires, outshine them, I'd doubt it
Numb to the pain of trying to find it
You'd hit my rubber heart like lightning, I'd doubt it
So please wrap your arms around me
squeeze til I’m no longer conscious
Not every day sucks but if it’s not asking much
could I trade my days of meaning if it means I could have one with feeling?
Please wrap your arms around me,
squeeze the life right from my body
Not every day sucks but if it’s not asking much
could I trade my days of meaning if it means I could have one with feeling?