those jupiter hills

where i go
on my own
with a bike, i take flight
can i run it back?

cause those green yards
they all know my name
yet all the faces just stay the same

three missed calls, fuck
mom's worried about me
should i be home by 6?
or not, she'll do without me
but i miss that pan
and i miss her smile
chicken and rice?
oh she knows my kind, look

i way 30 pounds
and the worlds on me
but the look in my eyes
there's nothing there

my crooked teeth
i wear them proud
skinny head
skinny head

so my birthdays coming up
pretty.pretty soon
oh yeah?

these people who lived around me
they're demons, i mean it
(dayumm look at my-)

their blue stares
(mothers worrying sick)
defeated, but not deflated
like a fly in the milk
can i fly past these hills?
to a place more dense
(with life)
could i make it make sense?
(in time)

how can i make this up to you?
(i beg your pardon?)
what'd i do?
i'll make it right
your ego is dying.

there's nothing there.