Once I feel a little comfort I'll start blabbering about my dreams in progress She's so supportive thinks I'm a renaissance man for all I find important all the albums and paintings I've planned Young da Vinci to a T Little she know I don't dot my eyes So I'm just sitting there looking at a bland pole with blurry vision She's too great so my childish totem's fade cause all I want is you babe Streaming binges on the couch I sense the boredom bubbling up So I start sifting through that rolodex of perfect dates in my head Walking through the naval museum I still sense things are out of step 'cause a flawless Connery impression just fell flat I double down beat the dead horse of course, of course So we sat down on the bench across from the U.S.S. She don't give a **** We talk about us and I'm hit with a brick "You used to wanna be a rock star write books, teach college and travel far What ever happened to the "Will to Power" you never used to shut up about You're just content to be a hobbyist simp that talks big and likes to hold my hand I fear I'm holding you back You've gotten so lazy since we met" I wipe the brick from my face and explain that my mind is the only chains that stopped me from doing those things I was never even happy with those lofty dreams She got me outta a dark place and I'm content with just strumming chords on my front porch and exploring Western New York So long as it's with someone more gorges than Ithaca And you'll be my Penelope She says she doesn't deserve me but as she stares at Lake Erie I know she means that I'm not the man she hoped I was I used to rap about snatching power and holding gold while beating myself like an opus dei catholic just for being too lazy and not doing enough I'm sorry you made me comfortable and happy enough to live a modest life (Oh good tidings of comfort and joy comfort and joy) Now I'm alone again and it's opening day Wreck myself with unachievable goals just to reel them in Get secure and balanced 'till they'll throw me back into the mercury waves I'm an ancient treasure in the making don't excavate me.
Taller than I, assembly of faces; Said greater than I – too is my vision: Gather round me as I lift into grace; With me, this unto there; companions unchanged will secure my rule in bright bloom! Bring me to dragons, I’ll prowl neath gold heaths; Fell sinners, tear ’part quick my slow virtue: Bedded I, sore stinged ***** bleat to spry sheath. King I am. All else is transient, SAVE I. By stone and peach I am edged off my bed. Friend that follows, that rids, nimbly closed my eyes with careful, frenzied, bound blade I have wed. Earthern army abord to uncharted Dew, time, faceless therewith, I was yearning... Rows of you, helms of safety, you guarded To be shepherd and sheep not returning. Be still, I reached mourning; by last breathing I hushed; lucid thunder: youth, embrace me.