[Verse: Scallops Hotel] Staring at the stair rail bannister Scanning the room Learning how frail I become when I sleep afternoon I got a spidey sense that senses impending doom From the last sentence you sent via SMS "I'm too soon" Quick draw McFumble Speak with a thick draw, nasally grumble Lazily chuckle as I watched what we built disintegrate My mind and stomach pirouette then figure eight Mango puree and dinner plates Your painted nails finger pick the little grapes Blazing trail if only to follow in your vivid gait I put some Dalai Lama quotes on my walls to make me feel good I was going to learn the keyboard and write several ballads But I went to a barbecue and got lost by the 'tater salad Oh come on, the world can't be all bad But you could translate your sadness onto Ableton launchpad What a novel invention In a room of producer DJs I'm feeling like General Zod's henchmen As of late invested in dementia Parade around the house in boxer briefs and unclipped suspenders Nostalgia for something I never had Memories of a future that I constructed in a top hat Losing track of the precious days Efficacious and suspicious ways Devolve into a machine that makes money Then level up to be a homeless man who feeds bunnies Retirement plans