I'm satisfied with being alive
Goals are like a coconut pie
That I'm allergic to
I like apple better anyway

Hey! Look!
I can do a cool trick with my hands!
Nevermind but it's not that I can't
It's that I don't want to
Everyday sits another day

I could douse fires
Pluck at strings
Simmer black salt with blazing heat
Yet here I sing
About nothing
Poured my heart out in the sink
With my cologne and left a big ol' gaping hole
Chest cavity but I don't mind cuz I got ice cream

Somebody else's fractured dreams
Got up on their little feet
And came to talk to me
Too bad I wasn't listening
I was too busy falling asleep