Just beneath the layers
of skin, make me scared of him
so where' s the exit
when we enter through the stairs that give?
misfortune cares a bit
she carries dimes in her purse
so sit and listen while she curses
smitten with the spit and
she mutters words that murder him
scrape away at his urn
the ashes blow away so he don't learn
flashing paper planes
that we don't turn over into paper change
crumble and wait for weight to drain
while I wonder what's the difference
if all I see is the same

I wonder what I want
I wonder what I want
I wonder what I want
wonder how far I can jaunt off

I wonder what I want
I wonder what I want
I wonder what I want

Caught red-handed
before there were hands to stand with
hand-in-hand, either quick to miss
or land with what slows us
too soon before we forget
what knows us
wheezing with a reason
wheat thins and a pot of coffee
there's no god to stop me
potted plants die on the windowsill
I plan my life to end while I'm living still
my friends have did it, still I'm finishing
hand in hand
I burn away the skin so I can stand the sun
I'm simple, tied to the post
I boast of wrinkles in my clothes
and gloat about the singles I don't hold
but I'm single so I know that there's ample
time to go
ample time to grow
before I blow up
or self-combust
before I go up
and find my attic filled with dust
I'm at it, steel my magic
heart of gold won't ever rust
the coals are cold to touch
the furnace burns with my condolences
goals are rolling in with what
I question, no answers ever given much
in terms of what's left and
I'm quick to judge
because

I wonder what I want
I wonder what I want
I wonder what I want
how far I can jaunt off

I wonder what I want
I wonder what I want
I wonder what I want

lift your heart out of the recesses
I call bluff on depression
enough is enough
once I've been blessed with
what's a lesson
I don't learn
I rise with defeat
I liven up the team
and blurt out my failures
for all to see, but I don't fail
I succeed
even if I don't achieve
at least I'll be
at least I'll breathe
knowing my air don't come cheap
my meaning is valid even in alice's wonderland
I don't get small
I just come up from under, man
It's no wonder, man
I'm not a wonder man
not in demand
just one to stand
for what I believe in
even in off chances
what I believe is
we living off ashes

off our asses
sit all day and shit away our assets
skid away to manufactured back sets
a swing set on one direction
can't return, have to limp on erection
aperture, can't see it's a wreck
so we elect to re-elect the same people
to make it derelict, and angle our lines
toward reel sex, populate the future
with the futile that's left
the text is huge, so we don't need to digest it
just let it be, like the Beatles have said
but to me,
this dust covers the glass
and we don't dread it
for decades underneath, lie pristine panes
but under that, a weakness remains
never seen the sun, so afraid of its rays
never seen the plants inside of its cage
never held the frame of its neighbor in pain
but outside it just seems like
we don't know what we want