David
Your dad is a demon
In deep space, he is breathing
While you're down here in hell
Well, Chicago to be precise
An electromagnetic device is pulsing
It shakes your smiling skull
Kicking Effexor and Wellbutrin
Could somebody get you heroin?
Check the contacts
Who the fuck is Geoff?
In spite of everything you've said and done
You're always gonna be the special son
And that is too much
Much too much to bear
Chasm
In Cumberland Caverns
Black parapets of plastic
Laugh tracks blasting
Every time you try to speak or sing
Shame's a shoal of eels wriggling
Beneath the blankets
Try Trintellix
Your pain and torment entertain them
In middling shit-hole rock clubs
Washing the same dish
Dad's still laughing
Mom's gone
No one to tug your sleeve
In all this something-ness
Could it really be there's nothing?
My brain's a broken television
I finally wrote this song for you
But I don't know who I'd show it to
I'm scared to die
I'm not scared of death
Put on your records
It feels like forever
Self-portrait at 33
I'll be a mummy in the speed museum
A disaster
A seizure-sniffing dog
At least I'm dying for a worthy cause
Making my psychedelic soap operas
They're only shadows
Calvins pissing
Truck nuts hung on the trailer hitch
The black pickup headed out to the plague pit is laden
I'm left with memories
Recite a poem as the day vibrates
The lake is glacier freeze Gatorade
And I am stricken
A charm of finches
Slipping through a chain link fence
I finally wrote this song for you
But I don't know who I'd show it to
I'm scared to die
But I'm not scared of death
It's safe as the seabed
Of an alien ocean
And the mailer daemon
Won't deliver this message
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