Be Nimble

Plans never pan out how you planned them and
Fans want the same or just complain
I could live like i'm twenty-two for the rest of my life and
Make three-by-three again and again
Hold me up to the candle
Hold my hand over flame
Jack be nimble
Predictable

Complain how all you do is complain and
You lay around and jerk off all day
I'd rather drink bleach than microwave freezerburnt dreams
In a tizzy
In the darkest pit
Where I crawled out as a locust
Set fire to the earth
Sired by the beast i worship
He writes my name
And spells it with a Y
He spells it with a Y

Silence, the room is electric
Snowflakes are still in her hair
I'm mixing my words and drinks in the kitchen sink and
My tongue is tied around my feet
Like brake lights screech and echo
Between row-homes and through thin walls
Astonishing how we tried so hard
And so it falls
"And so it was that later as the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghosty
Turned a whiter shade of pale"
We all became our folks
We all became our folks