Hammerhead

All I really know is that I'm
Never coming home
And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you so
I'm go and get an internship
And then I'll get a job
And then I'll pack all of my shit up and fucking go

I'll go to Mexico
I'll go to Canada
I'll mail myself to New York city in a box
You'll never hear from me again
Save for an envelope I'll send
Containing fifteen billion dollars and some photographs of dogs

For half of my short life I've kept
A drawer in my room for all the
Little trinkets I consider gold
Photographs, bottle-caps,
Lanyards, flowers, crumpled map
Things that look particularly old
The plan has always been
That I should through them out the window
If the building were to catch on fire
Given the dogs are safe outside
But the drawer is full of trash
And I could turn it all to ash
Just for the fleeting joy I'd get from adding
More smoke to the sky

I'll go to Mexico
I'll go to Canada
I'll mail myself to New York city in a box
You'll never hear from me again
Save for an envelope I'll send
Containing fifty billion dollars and some photographs of dogs

Well sharks are smooth if you pet them one way
They are spiky pet the other
And my mom said that if they stop moving they'll die
Hammerheads swim past
I've got my face up against the glass
As I whisper to my sisters "as will I"

I'll go to Mexico
I'll go to Canada
I'll mail myself to New York city in a box
You'll never hear from me again
Save for an envelope I'll send
Containing fifty billion dollars and some photographs of dogs