i m not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter with shattered glass in my voice writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me i m still counting electric sheep at night in love with an electric blanket in fact i make love with electric outlets in my sleep it s all flying pigs and things that want me dead when i m awake it isn t much different it s not them versus us the battle wages over future addictions something s missing and i can t quite focus on it oh it must be the disappearing act we all put with our dreams they ll never find me as long as i keep smudging off into the background and continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench to see who hears me narrating their lives by the way they hold their money so tight so they could send their kids off but the best historians sleep on benches i ve been a rock as long as i ve lived since everything has to be a nobel prize winner i should ve quit when i saved the ozone i should have known if i can t feel the ones i came with it s a good time to rest and hold fear at bay like some hold the margins they need to survive in barely alive and you want me to lighten up make an angel on the beach or pick a bouquet in your garden call me when they drop redemption upon you like a piano record the noise it makes when it flattens your hands then you realize it was only a dream and you were tied to a tree the whole time watching friends drag by cause they can t look at the scars under your eyes burned to hell covered by locusts they re trying to quote us now that they finally broke us into ridiculous names and meaningless titles i won t forget the little things escape through the pores in my skin so i can pour it on thick and watch them scurry to escape the glass leave the collection and have a life of their own we ll get rich you ll hate it too i promise in this life all i have a falling sky in my arms it s not that heavy make pretend it s someone else s party what a gas shaking the hands that never trembles and always land on my feet at this present elevation i can t see past my feet between god s bald spots where the sky stops i m one of the earth s latest gallstones despite all the america going on it s all rome go get unstuck don t lose sleep til you can t find solace in the fact that you can barely control yourself let alone we re all tied down since our wings got clipped and lately can t sing enough in the party that never ends cause no one knows how to clean up the mess what s up with all the gags is it a gas that s fogging your socket everyone around me has these holes drilled through em and someone on the other side is trying to figure it out dying to be someone killing to be recognized as something that you re not well since we re all so into introductions don t forget your names since you love yourself so much just keep it away from me cause i ve baked under artificial lights with artificial girls and that sinking feeling there s someone sleeping inside my sleepless body quit playing kid games with your old tongue til you can find someone to buy future epiphanies from here s one i live in the city and leave everything alone yesterday it was all tv after all is said and done we barely have memories so i write what i feel sue me if it s empty imagine that i m barely human i m barely human  in this life all i have a falling sky in my arms it s not that heavy make pretend it s someone else s party what a gas