Ain't my puppeteering improving I been improving I'm living down among the details now and oh how nice To be that size A little night life Two silver earrings on one's countertop and hey You're right on the fine line It was a midnight And I was carefully deflating the balloons and closing The windows And you came in slow And you collapsed and started saying how you'd heard Palm trees had been dying And you were lying And I was nodding I was really all enrapt
My senses overlap I think we're being watched from the cul de sac I'll go out — I'll tell them what is what I'll rage and I'll rage till I've raged just enough
Don't talk I am sitting on my porch swing I am the porch king I am the phantom of the ski lodge I am so caught up In the details I'm on a detail I'm in the middle of a weekend on a sidewalk Under an airplane In front of your place I'm in your little room I'm telling you how black holes Are multiplying And I am lying And you are listening with the patience of a saint
I'll scare myself awake I'll smash a liquor glass in the fireplace It's me I am never getting tired I'll rage just enough just for you little liar Little liar Little liar
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