. Caring Is Creepy .

I think i'll go home and mull this over 

Before i cram it down my throat 

At long last it's crashed, it's colossal mass 

Has broken up into bits in my moat. 

Lift the mattress off the floor 

Walk the cramps off 

Go meander in the cold 

Hail to your dark skin 

Hiding the fact you're dead again 

Undeneath the power lines seeking shade 

Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason 

It's a luscious mix of words and tricks 

That let us bet when you know we should fold 

On rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped 

And the whole mess of roads we're now on. 

Hold your glass up, hold it in 

Never betray the way you've always known it is. 

One day i'll be wondering how 

I got so old just wondering how 

I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow. 

This is way beyond my remote concern 

Of being condescending 

All these squawking birds won't quit. 

Building nothing, laying bricks.