Stick Around and Do It Right Until You Get It Perfect -

No melodies or reveries from maudlin dudes with weak knees

Or dick strangling fantasies are hard enough to appease

Scrawl it all on birch bark under leaves in outer dark

This pen blends in with pitch black from French films I’ve learned that

The donkey and the girl through labor are redeemed

Stick around and do it right until you get it perfect

Dress that wound

Tap that dance

Stick your nuts in a cocktail glass

Neon gaslight work night you promised me breakfast I’m fucking tired

Your fridge looks like white out my patience has expired it sucks dick

Is this a casino or is this a foggy limbo

Put it on the wall

Frame it up

Cause I suck

Practice, you fuck

Problem is you wrote the riff first

Practiced it until my wrist hurt

Pointless and arcane terrific nothing wrong with algebraic

Make me famous anonymous and prolific

Walking chemistry set a rat’s nest of crossed wires and I am fucking tired

Self obsessed perfection obnoxious and disliked but you tell me that

The people that you know all say that I’m a nice asshole

We are the ones who asked Draco to go harder

With all the people’s random tasks called to order

The scythe is not what cuts the grass it’s this blowtorch

The den is just a portal to a red backporch