I’m the oldest person at the skate park I’m not even old enough to rent a car My arm’s numb And this idea was so motherfucking stupid, man Motherfucking stupid, god damn. Man. My pelvis felt a jolt like licking ends of Duracells when you’re young Everyone around me has more talent in their left thumbs than I do in my now battered body George Washington in my pocket just to match my age Imprinted on my inner thigh I also can’t tell lies But that’s not the only thing I feel sort of engaged I’m disengaging. I’m sort of enraged. Accidental application to the 27 club Up and over the hip My hip hurts now (x1000) All along the way I keep on staring at my left thumb. I repeat the living shit out of my sub-20 obsessions Then I switch it all up in the briefest fleeting moment just to catch my breath. I can’t feel my lungs And I can’t make up my mind (Everything’s gonna be gone) I can’t decide if I am the Tony Hawk of indecisiveness Or the Rodney Mullen of not knowing how the real world works. (How does everything go away?)

Why is it that every time that we are hunting for ghosts I can’t focus on the task at hand Why is it that every time that I flip on a horror flick The house portrayed here is my dream house? Can’t Can’t Run Run carved into the cut and loop carpet that I can’t wait to replace Good Good Blood Blood splattered on the mirror in the bathroom Seven years of good luck It’s the opposite. This office as it is just feels so worthless I’m nervous. Living in a peaceful cul-de-sac With no zombies to attack me Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait I don’t believe in any of that stupid bullshit (that that that etc) Gaining all my everything And losing all my something Losing all my everything that I thought I was gaining this whole time The old times They haunt so nice The kitchen faucet’s on My losses are on display Let’s play some more What’s the matter? Get the fuck out the way of the wooden door.

I’m not doing how I say I have been I have been pulling reticles from rainforests I have been pimping all my old ass songs in all the same old places. Can you (can you) blame me? Logging into my bank account to show my popping zits The proof that I got paid this paycheck I’ll knock it off in a minute If you will give me one Well? I’m losing all my callouses because I’m depressed I’m pressing on and scarfing up eight times that of my body weight Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait I feel like I got dropped from a skyscrape I’ve put on more lbs than I thought that I could in my whole life But it doesn’t matter Because I’m hidden in the car and I never learned to drive Draining down the battery I’m dumb and never thought to have the engine on while The phone is scrolling Continuity Ingenuity False alarm So I am hoping that I’m rescued by some parchment paper And I am expecting I’ll be brutalized by the same exact thing. I think the worst part’s that I can’t even enjoy my unconsciousness when it happens But when does it ever fully happen? What happened? How many howdy’s do security guards drop in an hour? I don’t even know if I can answer that aptly Making money finger over knuckle Trouble with the distinguishment of all these assholes inside Plantar fasciitis I’m no doctor But I am gonna say I have it Just to prove the point How — else can we get a pizza coupon in relief? Relief, relief Let’s try some The cysts on our wrists aren’t coming off Making money It’s so sunny I’m wrapped up in hazmat suits in corridors What’s the order for today? It is jamming all the guns subconsciously Bringing in search parties just for the fun of all of it Mental fatigue I’m no doctor But I am gonna say I have it Just to prove the point How — else can I connect with the others in my spot? I should have asked for a spot When they walked up But instead I sucked it all down and just said “Wassup?”

How dumb do I have to be to be put in this same exact predicament that they keep on putting me in? Quitting my job 21 years later will be the same sort of thing. 7Up or Sprite? Don’t matter None of this is gonna settle Am I metal? I am catching nosebleeds in the second row. I don’t know the ins and outs of me And I’m gonna get a C- in the future in geometry You hit it off the tee, kid Why are you still standing here? I feel like I’m gonna throw up I feel like I’m gonna blow chunks I feel like I’m gonna hurl I feel like I’m going to puke I feel like I’m gonna get sick I feel like I’m gonna exhaust every euphemism.

Shaved my beard And I’m never ever coming back here I’m driving 90 miles an hour in a car, not a wagon Freddie hammered on the beach Let’s shoot for spirit animals Howling outside my house I hope a landslide sucks it through the stars I am a pillar of decision making. (Huh?) Threw my hat in the trash Took it to the landfill I feel better I feel better Until I don’t again in four days Sobbing in the club And mad at the amusement park I’m all bark and no bite And I’m having some trouble with my social life. Everybody has their circles I don’t think I ever even learned to draw one On construction paper Where do they buy it? I found out And I went And I forgot I blew all my money away I changed my mind Please (x1000) Dunk my ass in that water Do whatever you want to me I changed my mind. I ain’t ever gonna leave my bedroom I ain’t ever gonna leave my basement. I ain’t ever gonna leave any of this again. Never again Never again Never again

Sex in the attic as they are working on the roof Sex on the roof as I am trying to fall asleep I forgot the names of the dogs at this park And thankfully the park too Cabbage Patch Kids I’m an irrational kid I’m kidding Not really What is so sacred? The sacredness of a person to talk to Or am I a friend to have fun with? I’m as confused as the kid working the Arby’s drive thru How coincidental that it’s more than I can get a handle on Mission Impossibling through the window in the Summer time Then Mission Impossibling down the cage before the blizzard’s coming I’m scared of rats and the birds equally the same What are you scared of? You’re scared of not pouring guts in my ears It’s years of frustration I don’t blame you even a little bit Still Why did you choose me out of everybody? I don’t know if I can handle this except for these two times Enjoy the rest of your Sunday And as a matter of fact Enjoy the rest of your Summer I’m sorry. I’m so sorry That I can’t cover this. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I apologize.

People might be horrible And I might be an optimist Overly amusing with the little things That’s how I used to be But never lately But never lately But never lately But never again Question mark? What do you even know what to do with me? The worst The best The start of stupid conquests I romanticize Swallowed up by Kirby And he starts to second guess it all eventually He’s gazing out the window It’s apocalyptic. Sitting at an old dinner table And just listening to spiels Pretending all the choking smoke’s just dryer sheets. All I do is pretend it’s not the end I feel it I feel it I feel it

Cigarette smoke wafting in through the windows I’m laughing Jason Segel smoking weed in the basement in sweatpants Jump off the bridge in an hour Feels like ten minutes Ten minutes feels like an exhale to me Look at me I’m a clown I’m wrapped up in satin You’re laughing You’re way too good For this world It’s such fucking bullshit You know? You know it works so well when it is so familiar Familial voices calling straight up through their graves Hollywood Hills bludgeoning me with nostalgia Burning what’s left of the craters from my peach fuzzed face I don’t even know what I’m to say to you Because I don’t wanna be ashamed But that never once stopped me from saying the things I say Am I being uncomfortable? Are you laying on a brick bed? Should I make some reservations? Should I keep on asking stupid questions? Stupid is as stupid does And stupid one in this house That’s just what I was That’s all there was to it I keep on standing up to run out quickly It’s all I can do is be face down Face down in the Nylon couch I’m feeling nauseous There’s demons in the bathroom that you are trying to summon up Crazy rants to put me in my place It’s excellent It’s simultaneously amazing Don’t know what this— (^repeat) This feels like Miami? They call this bisexual lighting I think? Worth it on purpose Perfect accidentally It’s never gonna be the same after this Posh Poshed up as one of the best Spice Girls in ’98 Hates all her friends And pulls the legs of all of yours I walk through glass slid doors How boring If there is an enemy, it’s time If there is a fucking bitch, it’s time If there is an idiot, it’s time If there is an imbecile, it’s— Time to go home now 3 AM again and again Gotta get up by 10 and make the yard perfect And so it’s hellish already And I’m fully regretting not staying in that couch dent face down Because I just don’t wanna be alone anymore.

I’m getting too fat to fit in my favorite pair of pants Sick in Belgium Eating oranges in a bunk bed The feeling of downing champagne On a boat that’s soaring over floating bodies It just can’t escape me. The classical music onboard, it takes me Just takes me away Piano battles Then I’m back in the saddle of grins again (No, you’re not) (No, you’re not) Why is it so sorrowful harrowing That I have to set alarms for tomorrow? A longer shower than is necessary I can barely get a word in edgewise I’m fantasizing about blowing out 400 thousand Just for a couple of hours So why don’t we? So why don’t we again? Fat at the beach Fat in the car on the way to the beach Just a boy that loves his treats And domination from the saturation station I needed this I needed this

I’m gonna gargantuan a 40 of whatever they’re offering Using razor blades on digitals The future Guzzling Guzzle, guzzle, guzzle Guzzling They won’t even know what I’m doing here Throw it in the ocean It is sure to be the safest place I can’t believe you said I wouldn’t believe the look on my face Walking in it Walking in it Walking inside Money’s never real And I’m never gonna feel A sensation like this If I don’t go Hope you’ll Hawaiian punch me right in my frontal lobe So then maybe baby I’ll go I’ll go just so you’ll stop nagging What happened? It’s fine It’s good It’s clear You were so-so right. Sleeping near it Sleeping near it Sleeping near it Sleeping naked But still fuck this The soles of my shoes in the Winter time Salted like a margarita rim in Summer Bummer it’s not tropical Not topical exactly Xacto Knives are showing kids 20 seconds of naughtiness Equates to being the devil’s spawn So only watch 15 It’s not that bad if you do. I’m fakin’ I’m fakin’ I’m fakin’ And hopefully makin’ it

A poking head out from the kiosk at the rendezvous The cadence was the first thing that I saw Hey, it’s that one guy from high school staring back at me He joined the Young Republicans in 2013 But who cares about him? My age, it shows, regretfully My brain, it glows, forgetful Picking out nicknames for these feelings. Nevertheless we’ll speed run this discussion Isn’t it weird that no one else in here talks? Out the door and now it’s time to swap pleasantries Pleasantly we’ll never get to the top Forget the bottom It’s a scam Picking out nicknames for this moment We sowed it Your hair is on fire And I’m mired out to the other side Maybe we’ll get another alarm Traffic directors calling lights, camera, action Your reaction ranks right up there with your charm

Walking back to the car from Anthropology It’s starting to rain and I’m all out of apologies For nothing We’re not staying in contact. I’m on track to get whacked Creamed right in the crosswalk by a Subaru, A Crosstrek Even though I double checked Lastly it’s unspoken Where’d my books go? Where’s my backpack laying at? She has no good looks today Except the shape she left the house with She put down a cinder block and launched those shapeless bombs away towards me Because (x1000) She had to go and rue the day Peruse the day Abuse the day Reuse the day Reduce, reuse, recycle the day Misty eyed if I tried Still I’m mostly cutting up and laughing all the pain away A mist straight from Eastern Texas It’s spitting and it’s hitting me upside the head Somehow I’m not dead My “Damn I’m Good” t-shirt is worse than wet There’s nothing left but mesh There’s nothing left I’ve got nothing left