The tv in the dmv is
fuzzy and confusing
A bride laughs about jewelry
A man talks about roofing
There's fussing and there's wallowing
Hints of methamphetamine
Glances that say a lot
Chances of a melting pot
Children and ghosts
Filter through the door
Elbow acquaintances
Half-assed decor
A woman cries in Spanish
As a line begins to form
Maximum occupancy
The room is getting warm
The counter is inching closer to my number keep composure
My stomach is tied in knots
From a lunch of only tater tots
Cancer in our bodies
Just waiting for it's chance to say
Not much time for recess kid
Hurry now it's judgement day
Put me on my knees
Put me high up in the trees
Forgive me when I'm petty
Warm me when it's 3 degrees
Sing to me when I'm in the shower
Grappling with my own existence
Thinking of my awkward times
Choosing paths of least resistance
But what if I had been myself
When I came out of someone else
What if I was taught to live
And not to prepare for hell
The counter is inching closer to my number keep composure
My psyche is tied in knots
From off-brand microwaved thoughts
This song means nothing
Think of all the places this song could play
Like when the oven timer goes off
Or when you tell your parents you're gay
It could play as you take a hit
It could play as you throw a fit
It could play as you shave your head
It's playing now as you go to bed
This song means nothing
And being alive is silly
This song means nothing
And being alive is silly
