1. All night plotting out my course and the best I can do is a lateral move.
All day long, shoulders back, feet steady on the hunt for something to prove.
I’m so immune.
I feel at home in hallways.
I’m afraid to cut in line.
I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s basically a fluke when I’m correct.
We forget
There’s no sign of any worthy danger yet.

2. I made a big mess out of thin air one night.
Brought a diplomatic handshake to the gun fight.
Brought a blindfold to my day in the sunlight.
All worth doing but none was done right.
Hung tight, but the mystery was covered by the clues.
On the one hand: provoke. On the other one: confuse.
Use that gift if it’s the one God gave.
If not, lock it in a box. Let us not pray.
Let us not stray on the path to dysfunction.
Let us all yearn for the minute that we punch in.
Let’s hold hands so we all get sucked in.
Let’s throw plans and demands in the dustbin.
Jump in headfirst. Might think about blinking if it get’s worse.
Disperse, hitchhike, stow away, hop trains.
That’s not a reason to run, it’s just rain.
Brain in civil war, right side bites left side.
Everything escalates. Face down, showing best side.
Let’s hide from the indifferent eyes of the people.
I alone am equal.
Throw your hands high if you trigger landmines.
Shout if you’re gonna die while standing in line.
Jump if you got no umph in your punchlines
And march to the beat of a humdrum drumline.
Back with two back sides so I can’t front.
No fans, don’t gotta worry what the fans want.
God closed the door, I was halfway out the window
When it slammed shut. Now I can’t stand up.
I dash on ahead then I’m back in bed.
Stop underachieving? I’m half tempted.
Skip to the song that you recognize. Skip to the hook.
Skip all the way to the best line.
Listen to the rest if you find the time.
Only take what’s mine.
If you call that a crime, fine!
I’m not the answer, I’m the off-the-subject-interjection.
The sudden coughing fit that makes you all forget the question.
Lookin’ for friends that leave home unchecked,
Pursuits uncleft, more than one lung left.
Unrest quelled not with a hug from a young belle.
Dead brown grass where my unheld tongue fell.
What your brain can’t say, let your gut tell.
Scared one day I’ll start to hear what the dumb yell.
Bit off more than I could chew so I choked up.
Not that I want it to, but mouth won’t shut.
Know what? No, what?
It’s two in the morning.
Now’s when I think if it’s true then it’s boring.
If you wanna tempt me, it’s you I’m ignoring.
Your plot went lame, then shoot the poor thing.
Now who, now who, now who’s cringing?
I might be broke but I’m still unbending.
You’re not convinced? Well, I’m not either
Somehow, some way talk got cheaper.
Lookin’ for the bottom but the barrel got deeper.
Just one finger for a palm-reader.
I wanna go to the last place anybody’d look for a guy like me
With a face like this, with a voice like this, with a wish like this one.
Then I want a manhunt all planned out six billion strong. Come on!
Seek adoration, but not on my front lawn.
Fire up the grill if you got a raw deal.
Why tell us “dream big” when we just got real?

3. F! There was a First time for every event you’ve ever come to dread.
A! There was an Actual moment when you learned that you could plan Ahead.
C! There were Certainties that Came to be agents of Captivity.
T! There were Times when all you Touched reminded you of infinity.
This might just be the high fructose corn syrup talking.
This might just be the high fructose corn syrup talking.
This might just be the high fructose corn syrup talking.
But the FACT of the matter is impossible to capture.

4. I’m the book on tape of an abridged novelization of a flopped movie based on a cancelled TV show.
Even so, you’ll be sorry to see me go.
I’ll trickle through the crack in the parking lot where the weeds grow.
These maps lead to more maps.
Forge FACTs out of fragments of torn rags.
Pay no attention to the man concerned with curtains.
When I say “I’m not positive” I don’t mean “I’m not certain.”
I’m the Little Engine That Could but Chose Not To.
I’m the Little Engine That Could but It’ll Cost You.
When in Rome do as the Visigoths.
Sometimes you gotta run amok to get the hint across.
For a mediocre time call 1-574-518-1983.
You can listen to me mutter if you got nothing to say to me.
Drop names off of bridges and don’t wait for the splashes.
You dorks enjoy courting more than playing with matches.
I cry “wolf!” and I don’t even believe wolves exist.
I caught a bad virus from a blown kiss.
Burnt all my bridges in attempts to stay warm.
Backseat driver: I try to navigate the stray swarm.
No names changed ‘cause there are no innocents.
Would’ve been a classic verse if I had better penmanship.
One might be the loneliest number but it goes camping whenever it feels like it.

5. If I could reach into the future and un-bait your traps I’d do it.
I can speak a little sorrow but I wouldn’t say I’m fluent.
We miss our cues because we know
That our failures won’t stop the show.
If I could cure you all of all of your concerns I would’ve done it.
I will organize my joy and itemize what I learn from it.
Leave town on a whim because we know
Our absence will not stop the show, stop the show, stop the show
Stop the show.