I'll remain
I'll always wait
The patron saint
Of peeling paint
The grays
Behind the greats
The aftertaste will fade away
Alaska to the Everglades
And I
With my straightened spine (for now at least)
I'll have myself a good time
And drown on solid ground
I might get around to figuring the point out
I couldn't care less
I'm nothing yet
I'm just a picket sign inside the greater protest
But my rhetoric
Is the opposite
An open casting call for kismet
On a California d**h bed
“For what it's worth
The worst is far from here
Your quote-unquote cursed
And so-called careening career
It is what it is
And if that's average
Well ain't that fabulous!”
Yeah, well, that's easy for you
I've been living for two
But I'm stuck in the same f**ing place
And I'm breaking in half every day
The aftertaste will fade away
Alaska to the Everglades
Those of us, the frauds and fakes
Float away, evaporate
Good for nothing's good for now
First alone, then with the crowd
Until they believe it for themselves
Then blend back in and let ‘em shout