Glow Cone.
The day it stopped raining, I found a fresh grave
in the cemetery to float around in for a while.
The thing is, every time I walk anywhere,
I have to contend with all these equations and theorems rushing
past me.
For some, this might be the great solution
but it's a wall of numbers and letters I don't understand.
All I do these days is write endings and make mix tapes.
For the first time ever, I know how to spell tourniquet.
I'm in love with someone who'd rather lick my fingers
than drink from a faucet.
Life is written by an idiot Shakespeare
said or was it Verdi.
I want to write a short story from the point of view
of the magician's bunny and call it the magician's bunny.
I've made a mix tape explaining everything
I've been going through lately and I want you to listen to it.
It's called Glow Cone.