sometimes I think about everything that I’ve done to keep myself from being somebody who deserves to survive I could sing more and then I look around at everything that I still have I can sing more I’m just messing around been up in this bitch like foreceps hottest in this field like corn sweat thought it was a wrap like a corset think I’m gonna need 12 more steps left right left your southpaw call’s been accordless right left right my hammer hand feeling like Thor’s flesh left left left ended at the bottom but the floor stretched right right right I guess I gotta it twisted like contortionists super slippery foolish history (I….) you’ve been with me… (gno) (oh) twist my telescope, now stars looking close…