| I swear to goodness I have no fear of failure
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| A&E will always hold my place as a commercial Whaler
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| Every mistake I have ever made has an inexplicable beauty you overachievers
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| could never replace
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| I’m not sorry that I failed you and I’ll unabashedly crawl back under the rock
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| I hail to
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| I waste a lot of time cruising Wikipedia entries locating algorithms that’ll
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| make me famous like Fonzworth Bentley
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| I don’t want to wear technicolour bowties
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| I’m sure you could surmise I’m not the type to ghost write
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| I was the kid memorizing Danger Mouse in my tree house
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| A mansion is a place with plenty of couch space for all my friends
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| Real brothers don’t mind if you’re an hour late to make amends
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| But none the less I am an hour late
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| Under a fig tree meditating on Schopenhaeur’s face
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| Ashy-handed bandwagon of one
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| What have I done
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| What have I done
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| This sadness is too real
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| I keep contorting my jawline like blue steel
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| Remember after class
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| Stealing muffins and it was nothing
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| We would laugh
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| My god, My god robbed Rob of his life force
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| Replaying the entire scene from my high horse
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| Passing blue bottles of Polo Sport before our night course
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| Remember trips to Bigstar in the back of Martin’s Beamer
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| Remember cigarello burns and ernest eyed dreamers
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| Remember Kenosha public school politics
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| Remember Rob telling me to never apologize for shit
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| Remember learning to let our freak flag fly
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| We cursed the sky and say we’d never die
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| And then you died
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| And then I blamed myself
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| And I blamed everybody you had ever met
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| And I channeled that into shitty rap songs for the internet
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| Then I smoked a corn cob pipe for a couple months
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| And felt my inner light grow dull like it never was
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| Now kids write me about being their favorite rapper
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| And I’m the asshole who gets to live forever after
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| You don’t want me to pull memories from way back
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| Because you aint got the necessary Jiggawatts in that Mayback
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| You don’t want me to pull memories from way back
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| Because you aint got the necessary Jiggawatts in that Mayback
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| You don’t want me to pull memories from way back
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| Because you aint got the necessary Jiggawatts in that Mayback
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| Then I got these tattoos to prove that I too could last forever
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| Then I got these tattoos to prove that I too could last forever
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| Then I got these tattoos to prove that I too could last forever
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| Then I got these tattoos to prove that I too could last forever
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| I miss You
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| The English language dictates that we speak of you in past tense
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| Can you cross the river Styx with only a mere half-a-pence
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| I don’t know the answers
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| I just know the dances
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| And I swear to God I cry when I look through the pictoral display |