Solace in behaviors, oddly popular trends
Then all the sudden, we became friends
Bonded over music, all things innate
Only seven beans, no, not eight
Doomscrollers attempting to bang all the chicks
While we sit and count the limited ticks
The ticks of the clock, the passing of time
He might not admit it, but he likes Sublime
My hypothermic friend lies naked in the snow
And you just sit back and watch the show
The show he screams, the feelings he fights
Fix this, you can’t, not without infinite nights
These nights, they cease, they turn into days
Vacant stares, sad songs to drown out the craze
‘Hey I’m in a band, want to hear it right now?’
‘Allow me to introduce myself, I’ll take a bow’
A bow you don’t see, a sing-along not sung
Like a head to a sewer, like a bean to a mung
Turns out he could really use a friend like me
To learn how to listen, process emotion, you see?
What you see you don’t know, Buscemi I can’t rhyme
No potlucks, just plasticware, to cut through the grime
The grime he absorbs through the bottom of his socks
Thu bad Anal Cunt, wasn’t called Anal Cocks
No mayo, no cream cheese, moist coagulation
An amazingly patient wife always on ‘vacation’
Vacations he visits a Mustaine equipped Spa
Want to see him sneeze? Hand him a catclaw
His mind is a muse, just offer a pen
‘Hey cutie, what’s your name?’ ‘Mine? It’s Ken…’
Plain hotdogs, tequila, a taste so complex
Anything fun and exciting, he absolutely rejects
Deathfest was a highlight, a proud moment indeed
Assonance of hags, no choice but to concede
Spreading stoic as if it were bleeding suffusion
Sounds like Burton, no, there must be confusion
Need inspiration, circle yes or no
It’s 9pm, that means you have to go
No washing, no shrouds, just a funeral suit
He takes out the vacuum, he gives you the boot
