We hate the guy we’re with The width of this backseat was grossly underestimated By a guy that claims to be La Sagrada Familia Every time the light reflects Don’t all death punches utilize five fingers? Am I the bird shit that you picked right off the railing? And rolled it through your hair maybe it means i’m me, fuck Beethoven Couldn’t write a riff like this now Could he? JK, Lud Child labor laws are lax as a sax And the limeade is cooking Looking for a parking spot At the aquarium across the street And they keep on calling me Mr. Huggable So what the hell is your nickname, son? False alarm We hate the guy we’re with Wolf Point, Montana Panic attack next to insurance lobbies Hobbies all kept to myself Though this sociopath has assumptions The gumption to piss in the tent And burn a hole right through the polyester The year before my best year I had the nerve to do it Now I don’t. The only thing that I got was this lousy exorcism in the woods maybe it means i’m me, fuck

Her mom sounds like a mess And she’s got a bunch of face tats But there’s brass tacks on the other side Street smarts don’t hide. Before it’s back to Canada It’s searching far and wide Where is the velvet in the underground? Or aisles with the games— Game over Game over Game over Game over Game — What’s the move here? In a hotel Spinning laundry Bending — Over games Over games Over games Over games Over games Over games — Damn I’m just like them Never mind I’m a wallet I’m stalling The black light out at mini golf’s the same one as the bed detectives Came to a head in a Maryland front yard Hard to feel good about what just happened— Here, there, everywhere Over there Over here Cornered in — What a time What a place What a big ass fucking personal waste Ch-ch-checking it off the bucket list at least Game over Game over Game over Game over Game — Mumbling in an office Glimpses of my future Like a crystal ball One trick pony Oh, do you owe me Nope Never mind Let’s just forget all about this

Snorlax isn’t even my favorite Pokemon I just thought you looked nice A joke about the sewer smell As you are walking up In retrospect Embarrassing way to open the night I’m wearing my sweater Thinking that I look just like France You didn’t even say it once That I kind of looked like France Making layups at life Waiting for my walls to cave in Before I stop thinking about it It’s fine It’s fine It’s fine Black truck In the driveway Half past sundown Get a call And a voicemail From whichever one you are Are you at the same old place? Brutalizing the paper clip Terrorizing my eyesight And my nostrils With some Ozium Let it take me Wherever it wants to Wherever it wants to Wherever I want to Making Jokic plays at life Waiting for my walls to cave in Thinking that I looked just like the Netherlands Again This time

Do a frontflip The cowardice of these backflips Across the lip I slip And all the shavings of the foam Adore to the core And then I’m buried, burning Yearn just for one last whiff of the mall But hey Remember that? From 20 years ago? Back when we had some more Suave in our cabinets And more elasticity predating all the fragments Oh, hold on I’ll be right back back back I’ve gotta go down to the cellar And think about how I call it that now Seriously, isn’t that weird? Stoned sick day On the day Jerry Springer left life I’m entering life My mind doesn’t need a massage tomorrow Didn’t need one Peacefulized Making up a word Just to describe what it’s like To hit the mall And come back feeling different Feeling different My face is a mess of warm blankets Sick of making my own decisions Every single day I lie Every single day it’s worse Every single day it’s rehearsed Every single day it’s the worst They’re Melting I’m blacking out Fucking bullshit seriously Who lets their kid in there? But still asking Do a frontflip Do do a frontflip Do a backflip this time Oh wait Oh no Oh wait You cowards Ope, there goes another tower

7th grade You’re making me rate your best friend On a scale of 1 to 10 I said 6 I was a dick For the time being ‘Cause I was new in town I think you’re brave now Have I told you? No I haven’t ‘Cause we’re not Facebook friends anymore Who locked the door? Wasn’t me Probably you ‘Cause I couldn’t choose a number Without taking off my clothes And then you saw my insecurities Leather lips on me NyQuil dreams about you And I see the glimmer in your eye And you lend a helping hand This country’s killing women Sex workers are helping neighbors Doing favors And I’m in-between I’m never as brave as you’re being in public I’m never as brave as your spot on the internet is Don’t forget That I’m happy that you’re doing happier these days And that’s the least of which that I can say

Third worst burning of my lungs experience I think that I’ve ever had Just needed the cave-in Of this boy’s articulation Not these stipulations of a psychopath- I mean -ologist It’s just that all of this is Turning me upside down But I look up the road And then it’s COPD Probably My hypochondriac ass knows They’re not waiting for me And he, he just keeps on talking And we’re still fucking walking, walking, walking And I think he’s in the same ass story He was whenever I last tapped in And then I’m acting like I was actually listening A single “yep” peppered in so gloriously But I digress Jab Jabbing again about the light of his life He’s got an Arkansas fiancée And for the humidest part of the year She’ll let him fly out for the weekend And they’ll sleep in And maybe step into a time machine An ‘80s slasher For 37 minutes on the Saturday He’s sterilized Then Minecraft The sun rises Hope rises swiftly Iffy on the moving in And he’d He’d have to ask his dad But maybe next time’s what he said And now, well now he’s here telling us all of this For some reason wait So hurry up with your rock things Because I’m out of shape And my My head starts to feel itchy Embarrassed to say Yeah sure That’s why I’m so bitchy Won’t hear about the wedding Won’t hear about the grandkids Won’t hear about the Lake of the Ozarks property

Never been More disappointed In something I’ve wanted to see for so long Living in it It’s a dream Wasting eras Obscene Because we held up the line I think I guessed I looked fine And I wished it was you for real Every single little word Read but not heard Passing cash back and forth In deliberation for the first time Embracing all the geriatrics Who just can’t help but type in all caps Taking laps inside the polygon Wake up and your headache’s gone Never been More disappointed In something I’ve wanted to see for so long Living in it It’s a dream Wasting eras Obscene Every single thing I had a bad, no good, sorry, stupid, bullshit feeling about Affirmative

Treating my duffel bag poorly To the point that I’m sad But I’m glad That we could make it out here Am I clear? Look out for predatory futures The oven Is what I’m stuck in In this same damn place That I thought about Since I found some comfort I don’t know what the upside down one stands for All we needed was a big bag of candy And a Diet Rite To make it right I’ve got to make this right Caught between a rock and a hard place Someone chuck me my, my damn camcorder I’ve got to make this right Someone chuck me my - My damn bottle opener I’ve got to make this situation right here in front of us right Because everything I thought would be one way Has turned out exactly the other And now I’m insecure On the wavelength Waving from the top of the hill Right down to fighting over applesauce She’s like a mob boss But I’ll let her be And be better I will It’s just that are you ever gonna wear a different shirt? Or is this it Staring up the street At Prince and Dylan The ants underneath I’ve never felt less alone In a bad way In a good way In a way that feels less than the sum of its parts Still the average Adults shouldn’t say savage if they can help it Treating my duffel bag poorly To the point that I’m sad But I’m glad That we could make it out here Am I clear? Look out for predatory futures The oven Is what I’m stuck in In this same damn place That I thought about Since I found some comfort I don’t know what the upside down one stands for

My town is getting stupider Because the people from here Kept on breeding And so I’m seething at a stoplight Distractions of another kind Lime on a scooter Rolling up my hood I know it’s harsh But if this is my millennial pause I’m frozen Starting to sob I have to make a left on Yellowstone Lost potential clanking Like what’s left of the cog But still This is the best place you’ve ever seen Don’t lie to yourself Up on top of Red Hill Emo autocorrects to meme We are so fucked And the cops are parking like a bunch of cunts At Cafe Rio every Sunday Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Taking up a second space To honor those that they 1-8-7’d Hey! I’m beseeched with the feeling of some crowded beaches I’m uptight Found my life It’s residing at what I’ve heard is a hippie commune But you can’t quite afford it in due time This is the best place In all the land Even better than the landing of the stairs It’s bleaker than taking a peek at Indeed When you really really really really really really need the job Ring up Bob at the labor department Says he thinks he’ll get back to me On another tab of that iPhone 18 He’s in a call with a curated AI Obsolete Incomplete Least I got a degree Future debt More scooters But oh look a sunset

I’ll kill someone Through the yellow lights on campus if I’m not careful I’ll catch some sleep when I’m dead Like Rickey Henderson in front of Budweiser ads Grabbing a pop fly Top of the third Wait until the sunrise It’ll be okay Wake up at my own wake Wait, why’s this a wake? Plastic seemed to fall apart Harder today Oof I’ll accidentally trip someone Inside this Walmart And puncture wound their Ocean Spray Hey Is there a better percent to say Nope. Didn’t come any easier To fudge the number Thinking about the view Right before a round of slumber Still an incredible day To skate through the yellow light Again It’s Halloween and I’m included It’s the Monday before In October I ain’t deluded anymore I can salute the workings of the 2-7 baby split

The species that tend to die tragically Have more magic It’s facts So wax up your Camaro ‘Cause we’re going on a journey To the password dungeon Because I got hacked I for one blame Elon Musk Just seems like the right thing to do Because I have to comply To my moral high ground that I backed into about 29 years ago Or something like that Do you wanna have a bad time? Don’t threaten me with a good one You could die tomorrow and your brother can die five days later In this shit for some reason It’s like that Then you wake up And you’re on a plane No, not the Nirvana one Like, actually a plane And you just can’t stop thinking about When this house was empty And all the lights and everything Seemed brighter then I’m mourning the loss of my innocence I guess It’s a mess

When the scraping of the carpet Stops above my head I know that I’m alone as can be But will we go outside? Or wait for Reddit to tell me OD Could be The memory of riding out to Santa Clarita In the back of a ’97 Dakota The breaking up of 100.1 The Quake As I wait in the car I mean the truck What the fuck Why’s this relevant now? Scraped my knee up A week before my elbows got the same thing harder Haven’t had that in a long, long, long time Got told at the party There’s only one person That’s a bigger kid than me When in doubt Graduated part-time Enrolled for the rest of my life if I can help it Had a Pepsi Had a something Hiding in both of the bathrooms Every time that I get spoken to It’s all about how I’m in college now And weird shaped Love, love, love, love And hating the new ways But at least we got back together Got some tech talk In my lymph nodes On your neck You’ve got a prison tat You’ve had it called that More than necessary RIP to my cacti But at least we kept up past the stupid canopy

Mickey’s gonna have to make do with this tornado And I am gonna have to make do with all this foliage I’ve got right now Which wouldn’t be awful if I can learn to clean the well out Without drowning in a bleach infested leech’s outward hell And then it rains every time that we go empty our geodes A nice distraction as the moose from the woods Just stood right on me so My blood is indistinguishable But how far from home are we now? (We’re gonna have to wait a minute on that one and this one) Because it’s not ready yet Because Mickey’s gonna have to make do with this tornado And I am gonna have to make do with all this foliage I’ve got right now Which wouldn’t be awful if I can learn to clean the well out Without drowning in a bleach infested leech’s outward hell One of a few non-wastes of the sauce But still I won’t quite see it for a while The color of the water down the street’s Lake Placid The urge to stick your tongue in and slurp Strong as New England accents “Christophah don’t throw that frisbee at yer sistah!” This echoes through the bottom of the pond And at the top by the island A whisper of me getting shit talked We’re gonna need a bigger bigger bigger bigger bigger tornado To suck up some Hondas And to steal the whisper’s name And to make it all go away And to hear a long punchline And to get a week of no sunshine And to have a lab with a window And to waste all the productive days Just thinking about it Thinking about it