there was cum on the piano
there were things i don.t remember
there was messed up alligators
there were endless conversations
no one.s mouths were really moving
all them dumpsters overflowing
i figured out what i.m good for
making anything look better
how the hell could i blame her?
even then i was a savior
there were jokes that never landed
every hand was tipped in subliminal sand
things i don.t remember
there were disco dancing neighbors
they were born in mashed potatoes
there was no town, motown
there were things i don.t remember
dressed up alligator
how the hell.d we get here?