I taught myself to survive a four story fall Wearing a space suit and a dead englishman’s socks It’s a textbook procedure, kid Right out of the pages of the hollowed out book Where once I hid my paint speckled glasses Don’t lose your shoes over such a simple step as hitting ground Just remember to roll, Just remember to roll.
Silence in a five story starewell I say, and that’s all I can think of In my brandon-eyed dead of day crawl I can barely squeeze that lie Through the plaque clogged pinhole between my two front teeth
MOM, I’ve kept a razor under my tongue since I was a small toddler with a tight belt I haven’t been able to kiss a woman with an open mouth, my friend Cause I’m afraid that I’d split her lip, Is that sick?
The man with the negative wingspan Eats sourdough sue bread And hits his highest notes on tippietoe It's simple introspection When the sun is silent And the fluorescents with their blue Make the plants call you A lonely monkey In a very large glass cage