Jon the Escalator - Arms

Jonathan, you’re turning into Staos again

You’re giving free rides to your friends

Your gentle head, circled by sweet means and ends

Save yourself, get out before they call the adults

They’ll pick apart your foibles and faults

Like giant babies with diminished hopes

Took every test, passed them all

And passed them to your left

By yourself, in this house

It’s really not so small

You’ve been sweating, when you sleep

Always having boring dreams

Jonathan, you’re busting at the seems

All hell breaks loose, in this house

When you are not around

Lying here, sad and stoned

Its really not so bad