send them a pallor feel send
he is there but not there, ideas, wondering about the willow tree
wallow, wellow, why I wonder.
sigh, sigh, sigh, no sirrah ho wobegone my mosdrevious nittle von peck
wandering loose wumba wamba wes
halo yellow dellow mellow bellow.

I am reticent like the evening sun,
staring about wimbledon, smack them and whack them until they're gone
bye bye birdie
I don't know what I would do, you know.
fillamore dancing live at hopkins, say no more
structure I demand from you right now, that is, structure.
duct tape me to the side of the street and see how I care, with a tomahawk
scratch and sniff on the sideline, stop hacking
because you want to save him, you know, you really do
but he could do no less without barnaby bucklewhite
I like, you and me no more, no less so they say goodbye
kiss today goodbye, see tomorrow farewell
fare thee well, mother wendell.

hah, I am just as much like the rest, a wafflefaced cone of doomsday butterfinger renders you useless
bullet shells explode against the side of your face like monkeys eating cranberry pie
I am masking them all, not meant to be seen, not meant to be heard, not to do well or see who

I wish I were not but I am, but now I am not. I am.