sweet generosity spun me with her usual companion,
i guess you're well-acquainted with the smell...

you just knew it when i opened my mouth
t- t- to speak,

an honest and familiar chemical reaction
here on Earth.

well mama, i know you're sweet
but it's your bitterness that really gets me high
ever since i saw life from
...that other side

the side where you gave me the cash
and i spent it on ****
trading future solidarity for THC
losing our love
to a self-righteous heat death...

the side where a butterfly stood by
but never meant to laugh at jesus Christ

see mama? melting my body is easy
we both do it all the time
with sugar, water
or fate's many flames,
which cauterize the fortunate
so many things
that make me melt...

but i'm making brand new molds
(so scattered, mind the scaffolds!)
and if you want, when you feel lonely
you can run your fingers over it,
feel me working in time
and letting in shame
for a walk in my shoes

...to buy himself a new costume
for the party we've been invited to

with enough luck, i'll get really high
and apologize for not dressing,
tell them Rocky came to party

so what if i make the bed before i leave the house?
will my head feel more organized in a clean room,
will i be that much closer to the person
i want to be?