Sm/bdy. - //pedestrian// lyrics

[groan, rubbing head] Peel apart the lids, navy and vapor gumbo; Eye-contact, gives himself a fake number; Scribbled years over the last digits til he couldn't add them But his ears are ringing, and I can't give a good answer; Dragged by skeletons, milk carton models of the down-to-earth club Swinging crow-bar marijuana at an busy jaded temple Crushed; Monk evacuation, clutching brittle bits of dated info Vacant Best of luck to your concussion; Paralyzed from his teens down Twisted contradicting map of a body, roads, avenues and streets, routes Leading where they shouldn't Can't feel himself, a wear of nothing, naked to the world; Owned a little lot of nada in suit-cased letters and tie-clipped responses Screeching brake with rusty breath, everything he yelled meant bus-i-ness; Diesel fumes in his spelling, brail grown beautiful ZZ Top, no wake in his feet for his soul's funeral; Jogged the rubber out from under the tongue Swallowed pride; Elbow slip Fortune-cookie world's smashed, watery rock jigsaw, grown stale in a pocket full of gravity Always taking it to lunch, but doesn't rip the plastic, he Maybe risks a peek between the folds; just sitting on a far table corner with his vowel on it; Now, his back's licking up a plate of street and curdled leftovers of a cheese dream, chow has ceased; ...white slip of surrender trapped in its powdered teeth Found these words, rap them around the pieces... Can't find the fight--maybe cuz he likes it; maybe cuz I don't have a choice--hard truth, fate has chosen Naked ears, wave of fresh air snaps their hymens to the beat of his heart newly racing rodents... And... and then the music... died... [Now...] [No training wheels...]