THE STORY:
Meditations on past present and future merge and all that’s certain is a desire for health. Past nightmares and present disorientations and future uncertainties mixed with “what the fuck happened” “who the fuck am I” and “what the fuck am I gonna do next?”
THE LYRICS:
Passed out on a mattress on the ground
A decade full of bullshit
That’s been following me around
Plan futures in the snowfall
Such romantic things!
Chasing after puppeteers
Who thrived on tangled strings
And all I wanted was attention
But now it’s cleaning time.
Blood wasn’t thicker than the snow in ’94
Stepson welcome to your new home
A Dodge Aries floor
Never called my family’s capabilities unjust
Eight years later and I’m trying to rediscover
trust
Tarzan’s swinging on a loose end
Making dirty jokes about himself
(Turn off your computer)
Forced the underdog to be his friend
Till he became the underdog himself
(Open up your door)
(saying) NO!
(for
the first time)
No more windows up at stop lights
Ashamed of the car he’s in
(Answer your phone)
No more asking everybody if he’s fat
It’s obvious he’s thin
(Don’t hide anymore)
Told the small town hero
They were sure that he’d be famous
The most famous that he got
Was inside of his own head.
The teenage dreams that dragged you
Never quite worked out for you
Very close to 30
Very far from knowing what to do.