I′m satisfied with being alive

Goals are like a coconut pie

That I'm allergic toI like apple better anyway

Hey, look! I can do a cool trick with my hands

Never mind 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 colon and left a big ol′ gaping hole

Chest cavity, but I don't mind ′cause 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