she said its very modern
i keep seeing you
its all text messages and book reports
i just want the facts, nothing else
its no way to learn really
just holes in the ceiling
and broken lights, pool sticks
fist fights
sometimes thats all thats left
an early jump on the drinking
iron belly and a bottle collection
i keep my pipe in a cardboard box
sometimes i hear bragging
and its all i hear
cut my hair
think about you
see things in store windows
and think about disowning everything
i dream about laying down concrete
and i read slowly
over and over the same existentialist lines
then hegel and parmenides
and the world goes from circles to triangles
leave it alone
its just wax on the vegetables
its just skin on the fruits
its just hands on the buzzer
its just constellations on the mind
its just memories and memories
and a wish