Sage Francis - Haunted House Party lyrics

The first thing he says to me "If you could know it all would you want to?" and I'm wondering if it's a question he poses everybody with I was warned about the gift that he's got and the kind of things he sees Me? . . . well I got a few tricks up my sleeve I was waitin' for him to show his hand til I discovered the difference between an old mind and the mind of an old man so I stand corrected, sitting in my chair erect and attentive wishing that he never asked that question 'cause it echoes in my empty feelings fearing what's underneath each following sentence revealing a puzzle piece to the jig saw of a skin crawling coffee session It's something that his kid saw in me that brought me to his attention and he knows this who's he think he's speakin' to it's not often that he emerges from his coffin of a reading room on a special occasion he tests his relationship with one who's never read much but he's interested in spaceships his head's stuffed with ancient scripts so he laughs holds up his golden cup to toast the past here's to a lack of spontaneity the future has I can tell you when you're gonna die all you gotta do is ask (what's up power trip? big tough guy now? throwing things like that over a cup of joe w/ someone you don't even know, really, you don't know who i am) he sat there, his eyes still weren't focusing he said' "i can see you seeing some things" and i said "yeah, well thanks for noticing. What gave it away - my poker limbs? Cross examined while my hands were busy closing things up into deserts that he's only read about in winter weather and i'm able to fill the gaps that act as traps in the lyrics of letters when mirrors open i bet he thinks i'll enter but i detect ulterior motives in his hidden agenda we live forever in these chairs comparing mental notes bodies doubling as temporary captains of a rented boat My paper mate sent me to her folks in an envelope disguised as insurance fraud, some things were never meant to float i've never been in a shipwreck but i know they exist and the experience must be something close to this hopeless feeling that gets reeled in from oceans for emotions sick got me shaking his hand with an open fist what's he notice of my grasp besides the calluses a soul that's trapped by my mind's paralyses knowing i'll ask his to sign the marriage slip he says "not so fast" and he goes to find his gla**es (ba*tard) puts on the lenses that were scratched like someone got the best of him in a cat fight must have been when he developed that bad sight they don't help, he needs a helmut with a flash light if he thinks he can enter the darkness at half price to find his daughter's black wedding dress from her past life traditions died at our haunted house party last night