Please handle with care we say
Please handle with care, Mr. Postman
I know you see that sticker all
day every day
But please handle with care
You don't understand our package is
important
We don't care about the rest
I know your numb Mr. Postman
But please
Handle with care

Tangy lips stained with wine
Taste so good behind the lies
Sublime is the rhyme I feel inside
When I look at those happy guilty eyes

I was driving down a curvy road
And I saw a cross of some fools soul
I didn't know
I saw some road **** as I went by
Well at least they pulled it off to the side

Set fire to your ants with magnifying glasses
Self-immolation a monk turned to ashes
See what you want, it will always seem better
I guess I like the ocean sea better  

My thoughts coagulate and my contemplation thickens
There’s no more catalyst to loosen the tension
But what can I do, for is this not my soul?
What is this existence I am forced to behold?

Well I guess that’s life
At least that’s what I’m told it is
I guess I’ll go to sleep again
And hope things get better within