i learned to swim. couldn't care to sink again. if i could only forget what i seen. not freakin' out. couldn't give a fuck about what some miserable old man makes of me. gonna take a chance and take the higher ground gonna leave the hoard before they burn it down what if i think aloud and burn it down well here i am again on the way back to way back when not freakin' out. couldn't give a fuck about what some disgusting old man makes of it. gonna take a chance and take the higher ground gonna leave the hoard before they burn it down what if i think aloud and burn it down quittin' jobs like i was born for this and if i'm not, then gee whiz unemployed and really lovin' it and if i'm not, then gee whiz hahahahahahahahaha

i know it don't mean much to tell you that you're much too much and what does that mean? and how's it relate to theeeeeee oh. "the..." the sweet and sultry things so many parts of me and i am all these scattered things that all should see don't mean that literally 'cos i don't know what that means, actually i know just how it looks but i swear it's only how it looks and not how it be hidin' from nothing much certainly not what we discussed it's not what i mean retracin' my steps to theeeeee oh. "the..." the very soul i seek but i long for nothing short nothing short of what's my own and closest to me i'm nearing the end of middle ground can you believe i found the middle's the end of me y'know how i fold under questioning how glad am i that you're questioning me and if you have to ask i'll say whatever i told you last and it'll be okay

fucked up. one for the 'books and newsfeeds. not that it's just my doing. not that it's all about me. be still. movin' and shakin' brought me all kindsa angst and worry. can't keep my wits about me. cold sweat. startin' to panic out loud. readyin' for a wipe down. beginning to doubt i know how. would you believe that i've grown to succeed? noticin' that i can't seem to keep the roof above me. no home to show that i'm collecting things, no. i'll wait for home to show no home to show that i'm collecting things, no. i'll store my home and go. oh god won't the almighty just cut me a break for a change? oh god i'm fuckin' homeless and broke and oh shit oh god and if i ask her to cut me a break will she smite me again oh god what if all that i said was splendid morphs into something diff'rent? not that i can't adjust it. hey now! move onto something bigger. nothing's a fact but figure i know what's best here, sugar! hot sweat trickles beneath my eyelids not that i need my vision to see i need assistance, sister! i know what's mine will be around when i'm old pretend what i say goes i know what's mine will stick around for the show pretend what i say goes

i was keepin' it cool like i wanted to but i admit that was months ago yeah, the seasons change and that's the way of the way but i'm recallin' that it wasn't so dramatic, though don't remember the summer being such a bummer maybe i'm just misrememberin' it's startin' to seem like i'm exaggerating but it's like i been melting and melting and melting into a puddle of me i been sheddin' my skin into a hellish wind toppin' out about a hundred degrees as the temperature climbs and yeah, we're seein' the signs i'm thinkin' everyone is numbing to the issue here i can't remember ever talking ill of the weather and i leave that up to simple people, simple folk 'n you'd think that i'd be an everlasting me and it could be the heat and the heat and the heat but now i'm just a puddle of me spring and autumn how come they come and gone these are scary times and hell if i know why hell if i don't doom and gloomin' with all the told-you-sos these are scary times and hell if i know why hell if i don't contemplating escape from a feral brain and i'm tugging out a million hairs and now i'm getting wind about a childhood friend who went 'n took a high speed spill out there and we ain't talked for years and he ain't close to here he kinda vanished into different people, different crowds i kinda did the same, all but forgotten his name until i heard he was friend of a friend of a friend and now he's just a puddle of him well i ain't wrong to say that on a different day the same could happen to a closer friend while i'm overheating and my head's all abeating and i'm reading 'bout the bees and middle east and then i go to turn the page but overwhelmed with pain i crinkle up the paper, "get it off my mind!!!" and i hate to see i'm doing this something for nothing or nothing for something or nothing for nothing and now y'know i'm fallin' behind blown back to start 'cos i been pissed on and off thinking about flaking on the shaking of this bleeding heart scream and holler throwin' up my arms can't rub two nickels y'know they're all withdrawn doom and gloomin' with all the told-you-sos these are scary times and hell if i know why hell if i don't

it's that old cliché where things start looking up after you've bottomed out you can almost see what may turn out to be your proudest days or at least your finest hour but when it comes to me i see the world's an empty room and if i'm not asked to leave soon, i'm gonna force my way out and in my final days i won't show a sign or cry for help or anything and if i leave my mark and no one ever sees it, then what's the fuckin' purpose of me i'll tell you i can see the world's an empty room no windows for the rest of you to stare on through when the tides were turned against my favor and i locked the door behind when the noise came crashing down nothing and the silence didn't follow me inside that's when i could see the world's an empty room and all that's left to do...