Between the man and the dog Over-done routine, the man reaches down to pick up the shit I make eye contact with the dog We both look away
I am back home now I move my fingers on the piano keys And I am back to thinking whether she's sobbing in the men's room again
I shall boil some beans I should get my vitamin B The last video I watched told me the pH of my gut microbiome was certainly causing my blues So I fill myself up with fiber as dusk begins to set
The old man across the street The clinical glow from your window Why don’t you get a warm lamp? It looks like a tiny UFO is trying to land in there
His head begins to droop And I make eye contact with his balding patch Turn off the TV, old man
I light the candle It's time to curtain the night It is only 5 o'clock
