It's fast, fast come and go, I'm a make an exchange. And try to feel it like I feel it in my face. Got bonus points piling up at Duane Reade. That's weird, on my way to work, get a headache, it settles in right behind my left eye like it's fog on a lake or fuckin' carbon in the sky. And I can't manufacture reasons. I don't even think I'll try.
You do it to yourself, just don't ask why. It's fast come and go; I don't even need to stay long. It's the last one to know, crow getting' in the beat now.

Dow, dow, down again, another thing that kills you in your sleep. Callin' "you ain't got no purpose, you'll be worthless in a week," if your silly little videos that nobody is sitting through unless they start to pity you weren't soporose and bleak. Don't step in this forest cuz it's porous and it's deep and I'll crawl out this cave and eat you, then I'll climb in back to sleep. But that's enough time on that, in fact definitely too much. I gotta go and pack my dogs' school lunch, then buy a new toothbrush. (Got points, eight more), then I'll play a guitar like a hammerhead shark, I'll play guitar like I'm a hammer. You'll see my play guitar like MC Hammer's guitar player (because he was probably pretty good, at least good enough to get in that band, etc.).

Gotta buy a new car, get a used mail truck, put the flashers on and park it where I want in New York cuz the rent is too high even when considered low. What do I want? Man, I want it just so. But there's forests in the sky. There's forests in the sky. There's forests in the sky, and we're all gonna die. There's a person to your left, and a person to your right. Got visions, got visions, got visions, got sight, sometimes all too busy getting in on other people's decisions. I know everybody needs their superstitions. How about something with anaphora or just a famous saying? 'Cept an aphorism's always an oversimplification. I'll just quote Mark Strand; I'm in his class: "If the end is come, it too will pass." Me? I feel fire coming fast. I feel fire coming fast. Can't begin a thing that won't collapse like a table at the end of a pancake lunch in a school basement—and I've seen it. Hear to say I'm gonna leave it
Hear to say I eat sashimi 'cuz I feel like I eat the fish's soul, and I collect it and I put it in a box with other souls, and I select one for my mood, and I cut locks on all the doors. Nothing's simpler than this, nothing simpler at all. Nothing's simpler than this, nothing simpler at all. One had to move to California for his job. Another moved to Hollywood, another moved to Prague. Blue, you stay in Astoria, and I'll go down to Florida. We're breaking backs. It's ordinary. Focus on the smog. The smog keeps. They call me Mr. Black Cat; they call me Mr. Freeze. Imagination is a function of reality, but I'm feeling like a dog, I'm feeling like a leash. I'm feeling like I need to get back to Duane Reade, saying Tim what you got, do they got what you need?

Hopped off the Greyhound, hit the Duane Reade for a six pack of Tic-Tacs and a bargain DVD. They should call me Rambo 3 cuz it was $4.99. Now I'm standing in a long line wasting my time.

And that's time, and now fixed you in a formulated phrase. Melinda what they callin you on alternating days?

Call me Lady Aaryn, make a bad man fly. I take one look at you and you don't qualify. And yeah my plate's full. But I'm a nice girl. You could call me puppy, 'Cept puppies don't pur

'Cept nobody is living the exact same world hearing voices that replace my eyes with pearls.