Singles sell symmetry
Good riddance, imagery!
Turned from little simple me
To a bigger man with mystery
Listen to the city scene
Folded inward physically
Watching us take shape via our language
Cartoon bubbles surround me
Harpoons of judgment puncture me
Continuous - ever so
Catapult air inside my lungs
Evaporate slow

With my fingertips I traced the stars
Numb with amazement as one by one they fall
I feel like a little boy again
That’s what you get when you pop the ocean in a pill


As millions of hand-shaped objects land their bottoms on the floor
Crashing like vertebrae underneath each other
A cloud takes the shape of a lonely person hanging from a billboard
Let’s hollow ourselves out to the sound of exploding emotions
One’s ribcage is home to this dangling little perfect thing
And its funny what words can do
Dreams do somersaults and cast shadows that look a lot like smoke escaping lips
And somewhere in a cycle not too much unlike my own
Is a dried up skull drifting around
These memories smell like pumpkin pie cologne

The spiders in my veins slither to an offbeat pull
She burned a hole right through me with those appleseed eyes
in the baked goods isle of a supermarket
But really, where am I?
Inside of a triangular supersonic dream-fed machine, I quietly hide

Damn, I broke my own heart again
And I can’t tell the difference between the rain hitting the pavement
and the static on the radio
I watched with an exhausted pulse
as everything I cared about got so bright, it burnt out.


There’s two hearts here - one mine, both yours
Of course…
Let me play the role of a determined person
I spilled my guts once, its a shame they stain
Holding you in my hands while you scream as loud as you can
at a world you don’t understand
I drink a lot of liquor, the hangovers are ruthless
I’m punishing my body for hating itself
I don’t feel peace unless there’s a bottle on the shelf
Ah well - I’m damaged, but existence is fun
If you know how to balance paying your bills with getting fucked up
This isn’t the adulthood I anticipated
Debating if it’s with any purpose I put these words together
Being weird is outdated, but I’m just this awkward person that my habits have created
I’m a rapper, quotation marks on either side
I don’t drop knowledge, I gently place it down beside ‘em
If I had a dollar for every bit of confidence I lost to this passion
I wouldn’t be passionate anymore
Ocean in a pill, I want to float up
Or float off…
Or someone to hold my hand so I can pretend I’m in love.