I hope the squatters in the attic smother me
In my sleep
And I'll keep out the way
And they will go get groceries in place of me
And they'll eat
And I'll sleep
Next they split me around and take turns
Putting on my clothes
Going to my work
Where they lay down on the tracks and touch her nose
And they pose
And we pose
And don't you hate me best?
And don't we make good stuff?
And I'll ignore your texts
Until you've had enough
There's angels in your hair
And hair over your eyes
We cut the human out
The people we despise
We form into one and act tough
Yes I'm feeling well
Yes I'm keeping up
Up and away 'till our skull flattens out
And we graduate
But we change too late
And I miss all of you
And I miss all our jokes
I'm catching early trains
You're signing up for giveaways
The hazy blue outside
The bicycles you ride
And hide out in the garden
With the butts of cigarettes
And slugs and snails and spiders
And your guilt and your regret
Oh please
Don't leave
There's gaps in your resume
Gaps in your wrist
Keep yourself going
You write a long list
Things to look forward to
Even a bit
I don't want to go
I never liked you anyway
Slip outside while they're asleep
And they'll never ever see you anymore
Don't deny
It made you shy
When she smiled such a cosmic smile