Walking through the desert
Wearing nothing but black clothes
I stand less of a chance
Than a crayon in a frying pan.
Testing out my wherewithal
I’m told the sun shines out my ass
But in front of me it’s goldenrod
I’m under a clear cut piece of glass.

I left the window open
And all my belongings out on the table
The burglar’s biggest breaks always come at the expense of childish mistakes.
Waiting for the bug to bite me
Did I bathe in passion spray?
I’m starting to think I am the anti-Peter Parker
Skinny, lame still
But no claim to fame from fangs.

Forgetting I’m a kid
Projectile puking in the wind
Stupid choreography that I don’t want to get involved in.
Everybody sins.
Especially the people that we look up to
Maybe their condition wasn’t so mint after all.
You crawl before you walk
Or so they tell you every day.
But I ran straight from the womb with a big ass penchant for dismay.
So I don’t want to go today
And I don’t want to go on Thursday
Wouldn’t it be easier that way?
It’s always easier not to do something.
Right?

But I took my medicine and flew across the room
I’m doomed for now but maybe in the future I will find some light.
But this method’s grip is not all too damn tight
I’m losing interest faster than a blind boy trying to fly a kite
In the calmest winds.
I told you I have no interest
Unless the wind is blowing all the cherries right out from underneath their skin.

300 yards away from a gruesome stabbing at Que Rico
We’re pointing out the differences in knives
Because who the hell knows why.

Will the knives come back to bite us?
If bugs won’t munch me probably not.
But still would you blame them if they did?
I probably wouldn’t have any blame to place at all.

Five years trapped inside the house
The vases couldn’t be more tired of me
That’s alright.
I’m tired of me too.
Everything I do traces back to those old norms
It’s warm today so maybe I’ll just get a pity sesh going.
Practicing.
My yellow belt in thorough planning is on its way today.
But I forgot to follow through.

What’s a plan that’s not been bred?
How is that not dead?

Walking through the desert
Feeling yellow in my head.