The waves are really swirling into each other
(I set off smoke alarms)
It makes me feel like someone’s going to jump out
(The story opens or closes with a saxophonist on a night pier)
The Universe is in Franklin Roosevelt’s eye
(I think I would like to work where I can smell flowers)
Fuck that, who cares what they think?
(I drove in silence cause I’m sad sad sad)
Do you mind if I smoke another?
(Inside I equal Orion’s Belt, outside I am a skin suit)
We are the Universe’s contemplation
(I am resilient, I am sound, I broke like a wave and swelled with pride)
And my dad is not a big drinker
(Focusing on the present, where I focus on manifesting the future)
I sent the wrong text to the wrong people at the wrong time
(Your laugh is the doorbell to the house of a god I once knew)
It’s a constant exchange of energy
(And I get less frightened the more I know in my gut)
Are you sure you’re okay with being an accessory to crime?
(Infinity is a feeling you get when it makes more sense than not)
That’s a more concise way of putting it, thank you
(I am on your corner, a car crash echoes in my nerve endings)
We are all made of stars
(These are my favorite nights to be alive, whatever that means)