(Still) Basically A God
Reading The Body Keeps the Score
I can't tell who's winning, but I'm feeling pretty sore
More symptoms to ignore
Bracing leads to pacing
Leads to shingles, I'm sure
The hard part
Once I begin
To look down without falling in
I'm still wading through mud
I'm still out here for blood
The weight of its years makes this ship hard to steer
But I guess it just will
'til I'm customizing cushions on the couch
The insurrection in my nose has me breathing through my mouth
Every sign or confirmation of my declining respiration
Then my friend, Nyquil, takes me out
The hard part
Once I begin
To look down without falling in
I'm still wading through mud
I'm still out here for blood
The weight of its years makes this ship hard to steer
But I guess it just will
'til I'm still...
We don't deserve saving
Years off, we keep shaving
And then, watching some birds pick apart
An overly laid-back squirrel
I can feel my own mortal coil start to come unfurled
I'm unfurled!
I'm basically a god, in the sense
I distort time and space, I'm so dense
So abandon your cars, hope you're rich enough for Mars
Because I haven't ruled out meteors yet