Words pass by me in a blur and I'm not sure if they were ever there or just the mad imaginings of things that deafen me or sights that frighten me like monsters far out at sea or underneath my bed.

Who said what and in what order and when did that interest me?
because it's me, me, me and me, I add the extra me just in case I left one out and there's always something one can do about leaving me out,

are you getting this?
does it feel like static?
does it tingle?
are you single?
oh
sorry
old chat up lines never die
they just pass me by
like the words.


I'm only here for the sarsaparilla
or until a
genie comes along.

it really is a crying shame that
you can't go back and try again,
me, me, you, me, we, you, you, we
and eventually
far out at sea
the monsters get us.