(on a perfect morning by Adam's old house A tagger named sai knows what it's all about An old blind beggar with a handwritten sign sitting in the in-style further bending his spine On my way to write I wonder all the time are we not a species or one of a kind These are the moments frozen in amber written at random and signed by Brandon Like falling in love in the locked canto ward Loosely committed but routinely widowed And wear my wounds like a western wall Wears broken blinds over an open window When I say meow, ya'll say meow) It's always life or d**h On a blind date All we can do Is wear our lucky shirts Corporation men Sleeping on the train Nervous in the elevators people are the same A book of baby names put back on the rack There's nothing but regret So check out aisle number two Regrets are like strangers until they hit on you Cobwebs collect the dust and then they stick to you Scared Stiff in the bucket are the dime store robots Like dead goldfish floating at the top My grandfather's truck(trailer) in the great grey open pauses outside of a second hand shop It's divine amnesia and the time lapsed friend Leaving yet again The very living end An open crate missiles about 1 am Ringing where the new sky meets the old stem Holes in the sky line the black hole will burn Cause all the train songs are only four bars returned And like a missing nine on a neon price I watch for the power to run out on the moon Do humans really change like my mother's maiden name? A divorce or two and it's back again White kids with tongues like tracing paper Pairs of baggy pants and brand new walkman Are still kids like we used to be And light stained gla** Will shine through (we're not party people We're just animated puppets who can even see the screen and now are young faced crutches We're not party people We're just animated puppets and despite all these songs Love is still tugging Love is still tugging) We're not party people We're just lonely on weekends We're not party people We're just lonely on birthdays We're not party people We're just lonely in big crowds We're not party people We're just lonely tonight I am not zen, I'm calm like a city k**er with poison oak waiting patiently by the lake to be saved Our cutout friends so cutout, so cutout, so cutout Save yourself