Filled with animals

Three more weeks

Of pasting up the walls

With cinnamon dolls

Filled with animals

To my lightbulbs

Fishing tales are

Going skywards

Falling on your broken face

Inside this place I beg for rain

And all that came to town for you

Is all the things that I can’t do

I beg you to just realize

That all the days I have survived

On pink and purple dragon flies

I’ve never felt quite so alive

Human being taster

I am a time waster

And a human being taster

And I fell down the stairs

To follow you here

I am sitting too much

And letting this slip

And something’s pressing down

On top of all this

And she’s sitting too much

And letting it rip

Inside all the places that never were here

And she just can’t leave

It seems like she’s gi9ving up

Attaching these hooks

Inside of my heart

Fox runs around

And falls to the ground

And it all means nothing

Inside of my basement

The things I need to say

Hey.

I don’t know any more.

But you know it’s gonna be alright one day

Hey.

Don’t know any more.

Hey.

Don’t know any more.

But you know it doesn’t matter any way

Never gonna listen to what I say

I wish you’d

Just come here

And make it right

And all I will think anyway

is say it like nothing else for me at all

nothing for me to do but just fall

on the ground in front of you

I’ll do what ever you ask me to

Hey.

Don’t know at all.

Hey.

Gonna watch me fall.

And you know that it’s gonna be okay.

Soon as I say

All the things you need me to say

Hey.

Don’t care at all

You

You

Me

I built something out of wood that I bought

At a hardware store down by the beach

And I cut down trees

I did it for you

You

And I hammered nails up the side

And I said baby take a look in my eye

Me

I’m a farmer’s son

And I saw you

And I know one

And I put on records

In the basement of an old house

And I could hear them

And you could too

You

Me

Don’t have any plans for tomorrow

I know it will come

It will come for me

Sitting down in the bottom of the bucket again

Got me a silver pen

Gonna write in my diary

Oh it’s all about me

Got a Indian and a box of gum

And I’m gonna go down and have some fun

At the car park

Locked up tight

In the back of a chevy

Every single night

And I saw her come

Walking there

She walked up to the bottom of the old brick stairs

She say hey man take a look at this sand

And it ain’t alright

And I know it ain’t night time

When we walked past that tree

She’s looking at me

And I said you

I got nothing to do

You.

Me.

What are you gonna do with me.

Now that we see.

The dogs have given up

she is falling on the sidewalk

grease paint smear face

licking up the tidal waves

picking up the elastic bands

box your self in to a corner

thinking you are all alone

I slip my teeth inside your cheeks

And run away when you get here

Scale the walls of this contraption

Insert coins to wake you up

And there’s no slicing in my tent

When the dogs have given up

Shape it

I’m going out the back door again

Because it’s closer to where I want to be

And I’m going out

And I’m gonna run

Run as fast as I can

Until I have some

I’m gonna turn on your lights

I don’t care if it’s wasteful tonight

And I’m gonna put together a box

That I can try to stick inside everything

Tired of climbing on these

Don’t have any skin on my knees

I have five things in mind

Never know just what was a lie

And I can shape it

Shape it

I’ll shape it

In the shape of you

I’ll shape it in the shape of you

Human connections

I fucking suck

Just stay away from me

And keep yourself clean

I fucking suck

Stay away.

I fucking suck.

Don’t come near me

No more

Or I’ll make you sick and I’ll make you die

I fucking suck.

I’m fucking shit

Fucking worthless piece of shit.

I’m a fucking stupid fuck.

Sometimes I think to me

Nothing else

That I could be

Being here

Under foot

Making everything else seem good

I don’t have an upstairs

That I can hide in any more

I am feeling underground

Inside this place I can be found

And there is nothing up in there

And I don’t think you even care

I can feel it all around

And then I see me on the ground

Suck.

Better off dead

He’s dead he said

Slipping down the ladder

On the ground

I’m just fine

I’m fine

And it’s just fine

I’m fine

Everything will work out fine

The boy drowns inside himself

Caught up with all you do

And nothing that I am.

Sitting.

The boots are covered.

And nothing.

Nothing down there for me.

Just remember to stay the fuck away.