Opossum

Lyrics for Opossum

I don’t run around in circles I run circles around, though I get how it’s similar on the surface The first is a reaction to shitty customer service The latter is like going back to flip your own burger The very hungry caterpillars hatch into usurpers And graduate from a favorite leaf, to something with some agency Something with a little bass, and even more complacency Where someone could in theory dig a hole adjacent, wait and see Got ‘em, race for the save screen, or c’est la vie Opposite your maker at some tabletop arcade machine It's been awhile since I played I used to memorize the mazes, now I’m lying in wait I used to entertain the chase and even iron the cape Now I use it when the dogs have been outside in the rain Mostly perched up on the parapet observing Army after silly army turn to armadillos curling We roll ‘em back down, no return addressing or name Just addressed to “from whence you came” This is tentacle to neck and pull an act gone wrong off stage Erase the contact and wack the gong I sing “on hold” music when you talk It’s one level ruder than the palm The next level remove you from his lawn The level after that has got 'em moving back to mom’s, look I ain’t really trying to sit around and chop it up Chew the fat, chit chat, chinwag or pop junk Talk about the weather like we never seen the hot sun All that yappin’ I’m a fall back anonymous I ain’t really trying to sit around and break bread Dialog, small talk or share the same wave length Talk about the weather like we never seen the rain wet All that filler I’m a fall back and play dead Opossum, dead 'til I say I’m not No seance, I’m Frankenstein at the breaker box It’s alive, the patron saint of the vacant lot Table hopper, threw his phone away and Major Tom’d Safety goggles on, bugs going splat, splat Musta ate a half a dozen zagging through the acid jazz Jackrabbit fast, lap any masher It’s the dash of vanilla extract in the batter Everything I do is counter to everything else I do When in the purple haze making green from yellow and blue Red moons festooned over choppy surf Golden hour blowing kisses to the conifers And everyone and mommy’s a photographer Not taking photographs: the new taking photographs, watch and learn I log the memory that mirrors my experience The essence of the miracle is not material 90s graff, headphones on, no tunes playing Mostly a deterrent for the two-faced soothsayin’ We know you really came to raid the tomb Now you can’t even get the car and driver out the waiting room I put so many hours into reaching the brink It makes the party people be like “how is this even a thing?” No real close encounters I was probably busy running through the closest field of flowers, like I ain’t really trying to sit around and chop it up Chew the fat, chit chat, chinwag or pop junk Talk about the weather like we never seen the hot sun All that yappin’ I’m a fall back anonymous I ain’t really trying to sit around and break bread Dialog, small talk or share the same wave length Talk about the weather like we never seen the rain wet All that filler I’m a fall back and play dead