Dishes in the sink, roaches in the walls
Ain't around my son
So I bought the boy a ball
That'll do, that'll do, that'll do
Set shit off like Jimmy Lennon too
Set shit off like "Hey, I'm leaving you"
We don't have no portions to divvie up in two
Amoeba like, tiger pelt to a wooden knife
An addendum to the lonely
Rhythm of private life
Dinner for one, dinner in the winterdom
Used to smoke Phillies by Beck's and have fun
Ybor city had me feeling like a crumb
Feeling depressed like spilling juice
On your prom dress
I was happy once when I went to a real brunch
It was special, like "People, don't speak"
Mommy did dope only during the first 30 weeks
Happy family, happy baskets of candy
Family trips to Sea World
Stolen mother's sea pearls
I ain't seen them
Ain't been doing nothing but reading
Walking tall, staying focused, and dreaming
Cleaning up weekends

It was my choice and the life that I create
I'm nothing to you i'm nothing to you
And I may look just like a baby
And I may feel just like a dog
I may not look just like I'm fading
I may not look just like I'm fading

And I am hardly hanging on

Dishes in the sink, roaches in the halls
Ain't around my son
So I bought the boy a ball
Cleaning up, weekends sleeping off, reasons
Take pictures, send postcards, scrolls
Little smiley faces after massage ropes
Saw my boy, said hello, gave him a new toy
Ask him what his favorite color
Mommy made him a brother that's beautiful
Family trips to Tampa, tanktops, jean shorts
Blue bandana
Black shoes, white socks, no Humana
Draw a portrait, this is real life, stand up
Laugh, this is hilarious
Next month I'll meet a life-changing Aquarius
Thank God, I thought about
Used to drink wine and feel like king
I'm open, the most open in the ocean
Tiny jellyfish enjoying solitude, floating
I like it
I like it like I like your high kick
I didn't see it coming
The crib needs new plumbing
I'll do it, chip at it
You know I work nights six months later
We get pissed in some bloody street fights
Life's ill
Fatigued and broken into a total turnaround
Fast as the speed of sound
Or as fast as when the fair moved out of town
Yay, what a great ass day
Overcast, chilly, mist, and really gray
Bought a "A", shoulda bought a "I"

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Writer(s): DAVID COHN, RYAN W. LOTT, SUFJAN STEVENS