chasing down the mail

One by one, the cannons fall
The desk was burnt orange
He threw it out the truck bed in some spectacular show
But the point goes missing on us all
Over my head, the sky reddening
Either this storm gonna dissolve
Or I'll look for something to keep my eyes on
I don't wanna stare at a screen for too long

My glass filled halfway
That's already asking for too much
At the self-checkout this barcode's cut up
Having to repeat the motion with my hands
While the screen breaks up
I'm just tryna grab lunch
Not in the mood to talk to no one, I've had enough
Walk out this bird is stuck in the dump behind the building
But trust
I don't know how to handle nothing
Don't give me a life to look after I need much less
Trash full of one of the deli worker's hair nets
I take the gravel path behind the park
Someone's smoking a cigarette
Always looking for the way to reverse the zoom on this
Always looking for the way to reverse the zoom on this

I told you
I told you

Light drizzle begins, I question if I should break into a run
For me the break is always enough
They gonna ask you to layer up
A wind-breaker to trap the heat in
My attention one-on-one
Turn the corner round the block white square on the front
Another me inside looking through the peephole
He can't see the rain coming from above
I ain't missing this shit again
Ain't driving 10 minutes to pick nothing up
Spot this driver 5 blocks down
My feet moving like I'm scanning a picture of something
Maybe a Polaroid of my dog
Maybe the rushing in of this fog
Maybe the glimpse of a strike of lighting my hand steady
Regardless of the click in my jaw
Maybe a sketch of a cough
He hits the gas, we lock eyes for a second and he's off

I told you
I told you