3:16 It came through the air I guess It went through trees, clouds, people The whole ******* universe, I think, And by some freak coincidence, It went through my eyes and into my brain Where it bombed around for a while Then it turned into some hot injection that got pushed like syrup into my veins...
3:19 My car is shuddering and clattering As I fly over missing pieces of asphalt and warped dirt road With my boss in my ear As I explain why I'll be a little late in the language of hysterics 3:20 Maniacal skill I didn't know I had Gets me to where I need to go As three more fishtail behind To congregate on the driveway cement
3:21 The house is deathly But my heart is lively When I run around back to find the doorwall left unlocked Like a cordial invitation to an old family reunion 3:21:05 Michael is the name I'm yelling But I swear to God it's his spattered brains I'm smelling As I sleepwalk under a heat lamp down a hallway that keeps shrinking and growing
Tell me, God, What do I know about healing? tell me... what do I know about trying to sew two fragile pieces of white skin together that spurt red in tune with a heartbeat?
Tell me God, What do I know about walking I wonder When I'm finally there And it's all very riveting As some ******* grabs my ringing phone away And thrusts me forward into the final resting place of a young frail boy where I will surely find him the color of cod Dangling from his soft, mushy neck or with a cylindrical chunk of his head missing Carved out by a bullet
3:21:35 Tell me, soul, What do I know about loneliness? Tell me... What do I know about trying to balance the two fragile pieces of mind and body that slowly rip apart in tune with the drag of a joint?
Tell me soul What do I know about Michael I wonder As I find him nestled in the nook between toilet and wall curled like the fragile fetus that he is so I surround his body with mine as I sob finding his arms only scratched but his mind all bloodied with drugs, I guess, Except he recoils from my touch Like a cold worm being tugged at from his ***** hole 3:22 Footsteps crash Voices shatter I hurdle away As the paternal problem prods and pokes How odd it was to see the change from Frantically to cop-ly. 3:24 There's ambulances coming While Michael walks off down the street because he's fine And there's crying and sniffling Oh woe is me Oh woe is Michael And it all ends very quickly As I'm sent away to make sandwiches And weak boys are questioned and prescribed to in a hospital bed
Except it all doesn't end very quickly Because for the next three days my throat swells for no reason so that I don't dare to speak And because for the next three ******* months Michael is my everyother thought and how nothing was gained.