Pianos Become The Teeth
Pensive
The first man saw his scopeMaking lists, he asked "will it look like this tomorrow?" Excuse you, behoove you to live a spiders life and "clean up nice" Placate away, placate away and grow up tame Tonight I saw what I'll never be, old men walking and the reveries badgering meMy longevity lays in my feet, I'm counting fridays on calendarsI'm seeing signs in my yellow teethI do my best thinking while driving but nowI have to wear glasses and they've been doing roadwork for yearsIts funny how towns never lose their smellsIts funny how now I scythe and scowl about missing this houseYou can learn to live without anyone, you just cant live with the re-runsI'm ready to let my hair down, I'm ready to move to the woods until the floor boards get raspy, I'm ready, I'm readySometimes I wish I could stop scratching at my wheals, scratching at the heels of my sneaks
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