this carnival world wobbles on my reeling head,
listing here and twisting there, fumbled words
and hapless dread
i am the paradise walker who knows he is sane
who doesn't want to say,
who doesn't want to say
that everything is fine

i may not own land on the highest hill, sweet eden's ******* child
i may only have a silver 2005 honda cr-v
and a couple other things
and i may not have the key that unlocks the door
that hides the room
of shuddering riches
but for me it will be fine
with my jealous, smoldering eyes

i try hard
not to be that guy.