I threw myself in the attic
caffeine and nicotine
and every attempt to mask
the way that I feel
I'm crooked and nervous
and leaning towards a crash
but I look stable
so if you climb on board for another 30 days
we can get an apartment in Nashville
maybe thats just it,
the rest of my days on a farm
or in a cage
or a room with bars
where they can tell me what to think

throw me in the river
or the dumpster
sweetie says I look like batman
caps and rags painted black
when the grass is blue
when I'm kicking the ground
and my toes are battered and bruised

and I puked down the vent
into the basement
a safe place 60 days away
from the last time I got the might
to climb up to the roof
She's so pretty,
I'm just post acute
post equipt
nothing but shit
and 21 more years to lose.