I remember being final and free
Bummed a quarter, the bookies were stuck laughing
Never abroad and I’m chewing on a loosie
Dragging brain drain of your choosing

Folks dodging, singing karaoke of credit
Blanks enter my skull into walls of your apartment
Square footage with my hands and I am sightless
Dealers shuffle Zen gardens in the card deck

I am wise
I am so fried
Rang dizzy inside
Fuck me, I’m alive

Cast iron curls up a think for me
Presented to the crowd, remains invite only
Sucker for a fossilized purple bruising
I inhaled pure carbon like a movie

Each Wednesday, I load my boot with a beast
State flag on newsprint, optics take the lead
Snapshot of long-form winded by the breeze
Fake gas pump for photo opportunities

I am wise
I am so fried
Rang dizzy inside
Fuck me I’m alive

All duties paid to the Uncle Sam of losing my shit
We aren’t on nickname basis, but social setting allows
I extend my hand to all probable possibilities
That I may be baptized in seltzer made from glaciers

As cherry water runs down my spine
I recall coupon codes from minimum wage jobs
Unionized by labor kept in sheepskin
Saving up for tires that light up when you drive them

She was a real cool hand in the icy figure eight
My dreams were projected on national monuments
I sat in the lawn wondering “should I dose again?”
Or just break into song with Illinois flowers?

I am wise
I am so fried
Rang dizzy inside
Fuck me, I’m alive