fulmah
07-26-2006, 05:35 PM
heard some new hearsay
came down the pipeline,
it's not safe outside.
stay away from windows,
cancel the cell phone,
go out, get a disguise.
all the airlines
are overcharging,
I'll find a rental sedan.
I'm thinking: bermuda.
I'm thinking: bahamas.
I need sun and sand.
no rollercoasters. no get togethers.
that's not what I am about.
I can't do dinner and a movie.
I’m better off without.
there's a car up in the distance
matching the model and make.
it's night out, headlights hide me,
but I think I've made a mistake.
my stomach's twisted,
my palms are sweating,
it's time to turn around.
they'll call me crazy.
they'll think I'm psycho,
but I can't party now.
I can't shoot tequila and go out dancing,
what if I'm recognized?
this town is tiny, the clubs are crowded,
I'll be identified.
I'm eating healthy, a balanced diet,
work out three times a week.
I practice breathing, do some yoga,
I like the eight limb technique.
still, there's this bump
up on my forehead
that looks like a spider bite.
when I'm stressed out,
shingles break out,
antibiotics make it alright.
what's my karma come to? what did I do?
was it from a past life?
get some holy water, call the parish,
I need a priest who'll put up a fight.
It's ten past midnight, my mind is running,
I work tomorrow and need some sleep.
I've chased nyquil with kentucky bourbon.
I've tried xanax and counting sheep.
I need an antenna, can't get the late show,
I've seen these movies too many times.
the a/c's dying, I've opened windows
to the compressor’s high pitched whine.
what if I've an alter ego
and I snap and it awakes?
will I go downtown and run riot?
how can I escape?
turn the lights off,
keep the door locked,
keep the curtains closed.
hide in the closet
behind storage boxes
and the winter coats.
I got some rations and bottled water
to last a couple of years.
I'll go unnoticed and be forgotten
until this city clears.
came down the pipeline,
it's not safe outside.
stay away from windows,
cancel the cell phone,
go out, get a disguise.
all the airlines
are overcharging,
I'll find a rental sedan.
I'm thinking: bermuda.
I'm thinking: bahamas.
I need sun and sand.
no rollercoasters. no get togethers.
that's not what I am about.
I can't do dinner and a movie.
I’m better off without.
there's a car up in the distance
matching the model and make.
it's night out, headlights hide me,
but I think I've made a mistake.
my stomach's twisted,
my palms are sweating,
it's time to turn around.
they'll call me crazy.
they'll think I'm psycho,
but I can't party now.
I can't shoot tequila and go out dancing,
what if I'm recognized?
this town is tiny, the clubs are crowded,
I'll be identified.
I'm eating healthy, a balanced diet,
work out three times a week.
I practice breathing, do some yoga,
I like the eight limb technique.
still, there's this bump
up on my forehead
that looks like a spider bite.
when I'm stressed out,
shingles break out,
antibiotics make it alright.
what's my karma come to? what did I do?
was it from a past life?
get some holy water, call the parish,
I need a priest who'll put up a fight.
It's ten past midnight, my mind is running,
I work tomorrow and need some sleep.
I've chased nyquil with kentucky bourbon.
I've tried xanax and counting sheep.
I need an antenna, can't get the late show,
I've seen these movies too many times.
the a/c's dying, I've opened windows
to the compressor’s high pitched whine.
what if I've an alter ego
and I snap and it awakes?
will I go downtown and run riot?
how can I escape?
turn the lights off,
keep the door locked,
keep the curtains closed.
hide in the closet
behind storage boxes
and the winter coats.
I got some rations and bottled water
to last a couple of years.
I'll go unnoticed and be forgotten
until this city clears.