The first man saw his scope Making 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 me
My longevity lays in my feet, I'm counting Fridays on calendars I'm
seeing signs in my yellow teeth I do my best thinking while driving
but now I have to wear glasses and they've been doing roadwork for
years It's funny how towns never lose their smells It's funny how now
I scythe and scowl about missing this house You can learn to live
without anyone, you just can't live with the re-runs I'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 ready Sometimes I wish I could stop
scratching at my wheals, scratching at the heels of my sneaks
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