Sit at home and grow slime
Wash my hands just to **** time
When the space invaders come
Don’t think I’m out of line
I don’t answer my phone
I don’t have a spine

You don’t gotta tell me
It’s the same old rap
Go outside
I’d rather take a nap

Yeah yeah yeah
It’s the same old thing
Hang with them?
I’d rather do my own thing

I got a secret
Just ask
(I’m not crazy)
I (just) cast spells with seashells and spirits
(Don’t think I’m out of touch)
One day that **** will hit
And I won’t hear it

You don’t gotta tell me twice
I’ve heard it before
Read the signs
Leave packages at the door

Ok ok ok
I’ll see what I can do
But I’m not coming out
If I’m not in the mood

Got a great view out dollar store glasses,
2 bottles in the jacket front pocket,
one filled with water from the creek,
the other half full of fresh saffron dandelion tea,

keeping the stash box neat and clean,
right under the nose
dollar bill to quarters,
feel at home with a castle and a queen
surrounded by brick hoarders,

made of arcade architecture
built from the outside in,
eyes of aged plexiglass,
A and B buttons
mashed and cracked
melted and molded back
to skin, around Mario’s I-beams
turned to an animated skeleton,

heartbeats like ‘beep beeps’,
brain like a 256 Pac-Man **** screen,
sick with the down-left-back combo spin kick,
used a neat rubber band trick,
high score, top out the leaderboard,
then dipped,

1up for the two dead creps,
holes through the soles
and nothing up the sleeves
but ******* up to the fashion police,
three letters on top
followed numbers that cause shock,

got a great view out dollar store glasses,
and always have quarters when the arcade kid passes

Kid grows up tricky
Drinking poison ink from the nib
But don’t blame the pen blame the kid
Never had anyone to break **** with
Anger worn on his sleeves bunched and twirled
“I H8 U” and “**** The World”
So he found a way to show his need for it
Changed his mind about loneliness
Anything he can do to fit in
Goes from sharpie sXe on his hand
To wanting to smoke **** with the band in the back of the van
Never quite made it out of his head
Always felt like it got out of hand

I collected flowers in the sun when I was a kid
Just to watch ‘em die like a grinch
Now I find my way around in the dark
Run into childhood plants that have grown thorned bark
Wilting petals turn to shredded fingers
That pain lingers


Try to keep it out of a vase to stay alive
From fresh water
To no GMOs or pesticides
I feed my roots like the package suggests
Stem to leaves and **** the rest
Keep it natural regarding pest control
The best soul soil sold, owned
Moisture in the fold
Sun and shade
The fruits are gold

When the toxins took a stand
Leaving no man
Making plans
To make plans
Infiltrate morning when I wipe my eye
See the flowers clearly
On their blurred out ****** cry
Infection in the air
Wait, let me make a plan
Bandolier of alcohol sanitizer, masks and soup in a can
No no no
We can do better
Let’s make a plan
That stomach ache anxiety can’t disband
Pick everything that grows from the sand
Let’s make a plan
To bring food, a tent and artificial light
Tie the fire to a rope to a stick to a protection circle torchlight
Makeshift night spirit bout
When the sand runs out
We got a lot more salt
Keep it on the lowdown
Let’s make a plan
No it’s not a cult

Hey now baby
I’ve got nothing to say
And even if I did
Would it ever make you stay

I’ve been running on empty
You’ve been hanging on luck
Waiting for the bottom to fall out
Just to get unstuck

You’ve climbed up
To the top of the hill
But I’m parked at the bottom
Snorting blood and pills

No matter how much you try
You’ll never drag me up
So let me lay in the dirt
While you play in the sky

Seeing that hope
Makes me so mad
I know it’s sick
That’s why it hurts so bad

Let me explore the dirt
Because I can’t take
Exploring your eyes

I’m alone but not
By myself
The ghosts followed me home
To the wind I thought
Were whispering trees
Truly whispered to me
So the ghosts stay
Usually in the corners
Out of the lights
So I keep the lights low
Usually with scarves
Covering the lampshade
I don’t want them to feel unwelcome
In their own home