We were drinking coffee out of Mason jars And replacing stars with cheap taboos The track marks on your face are dried Elmer’s glue I feel aloof enough to introspect Read and reread woman’s texts There’s a hierarchy of needs My kill count includes way too many centipedes Tell myself I’m not a jerk Tell your mom I’m not a jerk Shy away from jobs, borrow money, anything that works, That isn’t work You read Catch-22 on a Kindle I used to play "Turkey in the Straw” on the fiddle Weave a tapestry, my mouth is like a spindle Modern sitcom titled, “Malcolm X in the Middle” Which is the bad pill: red, blue or Advil? Used to write poems and tell myself I had mad skills My pops would sing in the shower Wouldn’t need vibrato Hold the violin bow proper when plucking pizzicato I want to be a bird that wrote in a letter to Nelly Furtado I’m mostly lonely until I figure out the angles She laughs when I call her my spottieottiedopaliscious angel I could make you a delicious peach crumble You don’t want to send and receive all these messages I bungled We could go on a swell date to the arcade Watch your eyes glaze when I give you the star map that I made
[Verse Two: Milo] One time a bird shit on me while I was waiting for the L train Dragonball Z wasn’t worth watching until Cell came That’s rather macabre, I hate ask, but what about Bob? I’ve been wearing flannel pajama bottoms for too long Only muster the courage to leave the house when the oolong is gone I don’t like my lentils hard You snatched me up like one of Olmec’s temple guards I splurged and bought a case of Bubba Cola For Pete’s sake, we had plans to buy a bloody Corolla The domesticated life has been filed away in a beige folder A well-spoken black man, let me be your Eric Holder Or more aptly, Erik Estrada You made delicious cookies with chocolate chips I want to write a book all about rocket ships Silly arguments over tofurkey bastings I feel like Duke William in the Battle of Hastings
[Conclusion] I feel like— I feel like— I feel like— I feel like Duke William in the Battle of Hastings