I was found just motionless, arranged from parts I've 
often loved. I re-invest my stock in spirit, how it 
proves that I exist. All the west was won in hours – 
how can I compare to that? Your heart is gold but some 
were callous. I decide what's right for me. I will 
revel in my hometown, watch your fingers as they float, 
grow a garden for my best friends, keep the kittens 
safe but not too close. I was raised on Kansas farmland 
– all my cousins had two horses. Knowing how much you 
admired all their beauty and their splendor, I 
requested one so you could have one of your own. And 
though technically we both know you can own nothing at 
all in this life there were some legalities involving 
all the shit that we've pulled. But I was feeling way 
too good to really give a fuck at all. I've been told 
that peace of mind can go a long away but there's 
something comforting about keeping it a cluttered mess 
but when the mess is cleared, there will be a line and 
it will stretch for miles. It's the renaissance, it's 
the crying kids who only wanted attention from their 
mothers but they masked it with requests for candy and 
a pretty necklace that they found while waiting in 
line. The mothers all look down and say, "You know I 
love you, honey, but this is just a waste." Now I'm a 
connoisseur of all the dirt and shame that I can stand 
to taste. I feel you move. Now I can't seem to touch 
what's inside my head. I just want to get so stoned and 
follow you to bed. You are pretty in this kind of 
stolen way. I am all tied up in a parlor game and it 
goes like this, it floats like this, it sinks like 
this, and it dies like this. I wither aloud in my 
amaranthine maze. It's lasted this long, it won't dare 
to go away. Where all my colors run deep and intersect 
into shapes of items we once found in alleys where we 
thought we'd go insane. I was happy with my progress. 
All my friends were standing there. But I remember back 
in Kansas, pretty concerns myself – blank stare. Oh, 
the things I left out – I'm sure you know. Oh, my brain 
- it hurts my brain. I'm tired, tired, tired, tired, 
tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, 
tired.