This world could have been so many things and so could I
Is this resignation right?
Don't show my teeth, don't call that phone
A mechanical fantasy come to life
Bright pink, again and again
Riding his bike in the rain
Long coat flowing out behind him
And you sing
‘I think I'll move back to the country’
Well you won't, you'll get a job at the mall
And maybe I won't get a job at all
I like to think it could bring me back
If I lie facedown on the couch for long enough
Spaced out, pumped full of dilaudid again
I could still feel as much as I like to think I used to feel then
But in truth I never felt that much
And it's just the first twenty five or so spring days of the year
That bring me back there now
And then it's gone