hoo ra

memories are cheap
so it's no wonder I sit around remembering
like a prince i passed judgment
on the pastimes crumpled like a wad
of would-you-be-mine
and if it were the time for celebrating
I'd raise an empty glass and chuck it
across the tracks 'cause I see no cause
for calamity except the contradictions
constricting me, signing my name
on the kiss-crossed line
in hopes that I will be released
from my daily contract

well don't you love me
mirror mirror quit stalling
I am taking out a policy on you
expecting a splinter so deep
to puncture my nosebone
making a modern Flinstone outta me
dude I wish I was that punk
man I wish that this funk
was only temporary but it seems
more likely that it's just something
I'm gonna haffta graft to myself
and make it an accessory,
a feature length memory

c'mon up you shady nasties
I got a pretty, a pretty, a pretty
noose for you
doesn't matter what you are
if you've got the feel
of a night-terror then I'm sure
you're terrible and that
is reason enough to celebrate
seeing you sway like a curtain
of beads in the doorway
get outta my way

just a partridge
in the patriarchy
trynna evolve into an animal
worth feeding