An Experimental Account of What Was Known, Seen, and Met by Terry Malone
Good god I just haven’t a new job yet
Still paying the bills by burning off certain cells
With the simple thrill to forget
When to eat
When to rest
When to take my head off your breathing chest
I still will laugh but won’t digress
Admitting these years far from the best
Car crash, lost the cat, skin cancer, and heart attacks
Still breeding the vulture needing of love from a girl from ten years past
She’s gone, who’s next?
With a hope like no one after we split our paths
Merely curses just as worthless as my own
I only speak like I hear a dial tone
I forget the numbers but know I’m growing old
What can I say? My sarcasm has no honestly?
Or I spent my money on a dating service?
When I feel inverted I purchase drinks that curtain another day?
I wanted angels and was given symbols
Feeling tired for the individuals who’re miserable
And the few I wish the worst upon
While the world will always turn and age everything in an arcade love you way
There are so many ghosts it makes it so hard to let go
With less time in the present of every single passing day
Waking up in my cold bones alone and uncovered
Without a place to call home
No wonder why I’ve the same old hat hidden heathen
Over two dreadlock knots I donned as secrets
Both woven and seamless by repented grievance
Until I’m wasted drunk undone under my sleepless dead pillows and bread ends
A reminder when I cried quiet to myself after sleeping with my good friend’s ex
Slipped poison in his bloodline
Slipped posture out of my spine
And I don’t know if this song is enough to exorcise said devils of mine
Spending my weak two weeks pay to kill off an unborn child
While the same day my cat’s drooling open mouth spoke of her kidney’s giving out
How the same thing will happen to me polishing off this Sisyphus crown
Yet some assurance would be alluring on absolving some meaning in life
But guiding such assistance leads my reminding shrug
To keep moving on with what I do instead of what I’ve done
Deep down someone has my voice to say things like please
Grandma, come back and help your boy down from heaven, up through hell
These vices and my dirt road I’ve shaped and shoved
By all the wrongs I’ve done to others undone to myself
But I can’t live life hiding cryptic
This is it, spoken like to a true psychologist
The music listens so well
Something something about the wind reminds me I’m on to something
These things a weatherman never could tell.
Sometimes I’m all suicide notes and jokes
Following up with a punch line like
“I love life”
Or a will filled with empty overcoats
Still paying the bills by burning off certain cells
With the simple thrill to forget
When to eat
When to rest
When to take my head off your breathing chest
I still will laugh but won’t digress
Admitting these years far from the best
Car crash, lost the cat, skin cancer, and heart attacks
Still breeding the vulture needing of love from a girl from ten years past
She’s gone, who’s next?
With a hope like no one after we split our paths
Merely curses just as worthless as my own
I only speak like I hear a dial tone
I forget the numbers but know I’m growing old
What can I say? My sarcasm has no honestly?
Or I spent my money on a dating service?
When I feel inverted I purchase drinks that curtain another day?
I wanted angels and was given symbols
Feeling tired for the individuals who’re miserable
And the few I wish the worst upon
While the world will always turn and age everything in an arcade love you way
There are so many ghosts it makes it so hard to let go
With less time in the present of every single passing day
Waking up in my cold bones alone and uncovered
Without a place to call home
No wonder why I’ve the same old hat hidden heathen
Over two dreadlock knots I donned as secrets
Both woven and seamless by repented grievance
Until I’m wasted drunk undone under my sleepless dead pillows and bread ends
A reminder when I cried quiet to myself after sleeping with my good friend’s ex
Slipped poison in his bloodline
Slipped posture out of my spine
And I don’t know if this song is enough to exorcise said devils of mine
Spending my weak two weeks pay to kill off an unborn child
While the same day my cat’s drooling open mouth spoke of her kidney’s giving out
How the same thing will happen to me polishing off this Sisyphus crown
Yet some assurance would be alluring on absolving some meaning in life
But guiding such assistance leads my reminding shrug
To keep moving on with what I do instead of what I’ve done
Deep down someone has my voice to say things like please
Grandma, come back and help your boy down from heaven, up through hell
These vices and my dirt road I’ve shaped and shoved
By all the wrongs I’ve done to others undone to myself
But I can’t live life hiding cryptic
This is it, spoken like to a true psychologist
The music listens so well
Something something about the wind reminds me I’m on to something
These things a weatherman never could tell.
Sometimes I’m all suicide notes and jokes
Following up with a punch line like
“I love life”
Or a will filled with empty overcoats