Sculpting With Fire

I think I've had enough to drink
Just give me one more drink
To guarantee that I stink

Smack me on the back of my head
Go tell my therapist it's time, to take my ass to bed
It's all graffiti underneath the bridge
Like if it wasn't for my kids
I wouldn't need to exist

I'd probably live in the back seat of my taxi
Get my meter up to keep, enough
To buy myself some happy
The lonely fisherman

Rockin' with the seat change, karaoke'n
Nothin' bot a cheap thing
The dystopian obi-wan kenobi
Fell asleep in the car
Outside an Ethiopian bar

I gotta keep my third eye, on the first prize
Ain't the type to break the ground
Just to let the dirt fly
Tryin' to identify the shape of what's to come
Just waitin' 'til they drag those lakes through the guns

(There ain't nowhere to run)
It's on purpose on purpose
I try not to take it personal
I don't know
I don't know
I don't-I don't know but I'm tryin' to know
I'm dyin' to know
Know!

This could be the last song I that I ever wrote
Only Heaven knows
I'm like, whatever though
Everybody's gotta travel, across it
When I go I hope I go
From supernatural causes

Man I'm exhausted
It's all about how you handle your losses
And whether or not you recognize that you're toxic
You're a product to put in the prophecy below the prophet

The pirate treasure's always buried next to monsters or lava
The promise of trauma
If I could quote a late-century philosopher
He said you can save the drama for your mama

That's why I'm focused on the fire
The circumstance
You're not entitled to a second, or a third chance
I think I could feel the universe expand
If I could do it all over again
I'd learn to dance

(So many other realities exist simultaneously)
Wha-wha-wha-what you say?
She said it's just your imagination
There's no such thing as good or evil
It's just people
When I consider every thing that we've lived through
I wish that I could find the strength to forgive you

But really though, I love you
Don't even know ya but I need your affection
Appreciate ya business
And I cherish the connection
That enables my ability to visit this dimension

That's a whole lot of smoke, huh?
I hope that it was worth the resources you smoked up
Forced to open in this stole-some closure
It's a cold, cold world when you're alone in your corner

I still remember how to shoplift
Don't be astonished if my socks fit
Let's bring it back to the original topic
It's a graham-cracker, marshmallow, and some chocolate