i could watch the days disintegrate or i could start rebuilding them with double clicks triple titles fire me just like a rifle buy your kindness at the store and lay me out across the floor i do not need your money just like i dont need you anymore ill hit the button like i should and leave you like a lover would and never try to make you mine like you my darling clementine are you a sight for sore eyes a reason to get more eyes or a nonessential part in my escape and is there anybody watching over me i better run before its too late solid chunks of energy or liquid if you have to fake it find the subtle outline hold it up to light and try to trace it with your bland tasting hand shaking head racing past the coffee copy maker always take a second to prepare for all the awful things youre bound to see out there i saw two or three this morning they were inching closer to your hair and riding in your shopping cart making nests inside your heart and acting like they never knew your name but i dont need this that bad do i my skin is getting thinner and the days are getting harder but at least the spots under my eyes are getting darker and my sleeves are getting shorter and my face is turning gray but its not like all the money here just shriveled up or walked away or moved to another dimension or simply stopped existing in the formal sense despite my best intentions and no one in the morning ever gives themselves to me so why do i offer myself to the morning and why do all the days continue passing without any kind of warning but forgetting all the ticket stubs and rubber gloves and tooth decay driving home with heavy eyelids shaking my head half the way and leaning in the kitchen which is fine enough for me i guess and waiting for the ringing telephone not to scare me to death theres frosting that is piled high caking up against my gums its thicker than the coat of dust thats settling atop my lungs no matter how i sift through ill never sort your tangles just forget about watching over me because i am the one who guards the angels but i swear my anger is not livid enough and my memories are not vivid enough and my nerves are not timid enough and you are not forgiving enough and im not really living enough to make any of this seem worthwhile no my anger is not livid enough and my memories are not vivid enough and my nerves are not timid enough and you are not forgiving enough and i m not really living enough to make any of this seem worthwhile but theres gotta be some reason to find you aside from your hair blowing behind you theres gotta be some reason to find you aside from your hair