I prep to break the ice floor
Little pick axe thing a ma jig
Reminds me of this cold sore
I rub my tongue over it
Like 2 hands on the magic lamp
The gloves were cheap to the point I can't even use the keyboard
I give my hands air
What else we ask for?
An epiphany in February
Like I need help spelling this out
Watching Groundhog Day
Eating Tostitos till I can't feel my mouth
Fill it up, fill the bowl up
I'm 17 and my existence is expansive
My mind was in the barrel all this time
Ain't no need for the decanting
The only thing disturbing is that button labeled panic
Fill it up, fill the hole up
A couple rodents scurry round the grass like they dancing
I'm looking at em through the checkered pattern of a hammock
1,2,3,4,5
The choreography of this dance
Always starts 2 steps from one
If I mislead you it's more out of stubborn ignorance
Stopping this small raft from drowning
By plugging those leaky holes with 2 sticks of gum
It's as simple as throwing the stick and he runs
Remember entropy simply a lack of what's to come
I like predictable things
How quickly I get frustrated
Eating a pomegranate
Till someone close to me
Shows me a better way it can be done
Just the thwack of a tool
How many meanings you got packed in that community pool
I think back on it with a slow render
Till it stalls out
I take a break to refuel
The back of the bathroom stall has a note
From someone named Mr. Osborn
In quotations "Anything you store in routine
Will forever lack meaning you big dumb fool"
You big dumb fool
You big dumb fool
