ook at us in the morning too tired to get a shirt on too tired to get a raise listen up car, start, get ready to go put me on your shoulder take me where you want like "oh my god i'm here, i'm not" we used to build cities out of old plastic blocks and at the end of the day we'd tear them down for fun now we've got to build a solid structure to stand on now we've got a second set of teeth to take care of
and i am your second skin i'm here to take from you your thoughts
i am the strapping young son in the second grade my teachers think i'm quiet cause i do everything they say they talk; i play with puppets by myself in my back yard while the other kids tramp through the woods, toy guns around their arms ask yourself, ask yourself and i know you'll come up dry when i still wake you up at three AM for no reason i am your second skin i'm here to take from you your thoughts
look, stop, take a breath my mother says don't forget to turn the light off when you leave a room, son no, I'm not done yet, there's wet paint upon my hands and I shall never finish up i'll make myself no man