Sometimes god is bipolar
Other times it rains
Her limp hair reminds him of that
I’d much rather mope than sing along to Journey in the shower
Dirt is how I get my best ideas
Who knows why he prepares?
It’s because the last time,
He left the room with bleeding forearms
and we’re all out of disinfectant
The man behind the counter thinks about happiness while he sells bandages
But I think about materialism
Smiley face stickers scare me
I went around making X’s over the eyes
That was my first crack in a crystal clear pane of glass
But I can’t make another crack for a while
There won’t be room for the burden of many cracks to come
I can give you a silver blade from my collection, sure. Promise not to touch the edge?
That way, the shrouded person can walk free of guilt
Guess what?
She’s your Aunt Helen, the one who plays the piano.
Don’t believe me?
Go and look at her birthmark yourself.