Deep Puddle Dynamics Exist Lyrics

slug:
who's lost and who's the boss?
how'd his head get chewed off?
open your mouth, spit it out,
move ain't enough for tryin' to lift the crowd.
i missed the bus but i caught the flight,
mischievous and it cost my life.
atop the bridge, count the cars below,
wishing time would slow so i could stop to go.
leaning to the sides and making the turn again,
i'm learning the turns and i'm familiar with the terms.
tryin' to shed light with the songs i write
but the lights require fire now i'm covered with burns.
seventh degree, put my flesh in the heat,
too much adrenaline for just lettin' it be.
sometimes i wish that they would leave me dead in the streets
but i feel like half a human when i'm restin' my feet.

dose one:
i don't know, that huge thing sure is a long ways off,

alias:
and my strength is quickly reducing.

dose one:
what if by chance we got lost?

alias:
that's a good point, that has also passed through my head.

dose one:
big belly river, ocean wide, that it is a lot bigger than me.
ooooh, i shudder at the thought.

alias:
and i'm painfully aware of opinions playing a big role,
wishing i could release myself from this depressing strangle hold.

dose one:
blind

alias:
un

dose one:
fold

alias:
sure

dose one:
all

alias:
self

dose one:
shame,

alias:
worth.

dose one:
blind

alias:
un

dose one:
fold

alias:
sure

dose one:
all

alias:
self-worth,
dose one:
ashamed!

dose one and sole:
hiding almost out of breath on the other side of the lights,
fingering our belly b___ons,
dreaming of the bigger things in life.

hiding out of breath on the other side of the lights,
it's fingering out belly b___ons,
thinking of the bigger things in life!

alias:
how god awful does this sound have to be
for me to gain a large core audience?
plainly change is in the air
but when the spotlight is swung in my direction will anybody care?
constantly this train runs through my head, daydreaming.
my connection to it all is supported by poles.
thank god last year i invested in the spring board,
it made the most important thing in one of my best friend's life.
it's exactly one orbit later
and the pangs of being unsure haunt my every waking day.
am i being selfish for creating myself and friends first
and the others second? i wouldn't change it for the world
yet i feel stuck between a rock and a three thousand mile trip
that kept getting pushed back causing more of this discussion.
the art of confidence is not one of my strongest areas
and probably never will be, probably never will be.

slug:
wishful thinking at an all-time high,
kiss the demons and make 'em all cry.
standin' at the window watchin' the wind,
countin' the tears that get caught in my grin.
chewin' on the center of interest investin'
all the time and the pride that rests upon my chest.
continue gathering twigs to build my nest,
self-battlin', eatin' up epiphanies for breakfast.
i went to all the parties, i met all the women,
and i've stood at the center of the prism, to the left of attention
and to the right of the universe,
as bad as it is, i gotta believe that it could be worse.
walkin' through the rain and the millennium,
where lazy and convenient is the mother of invention.
i must have the guts to mention to the man in the reflection,
yo, what you lookin at? (what are you lookin' at?)

dose one:
ooooh there's some climbing going on,
adam's found his courage, adam's found his courage.
open, put on display puddle perfect, open again.
the happy one's a poison pen leaking all over me, all over in order.
i'm rolling at this movie of a poet's wife,
staring at my belly b___on, thinking of the bigger things in life.
hiding almost out of breath on the other side of the lights,
little things in life, it's quiet.