SOMETIMES I KNOW TOO MUCH

EVERYTHING IS ATTAINABLE

I READ THAT IN A MAGAZINE
THE COVER WAS A PICTURE OF MY BODY
DISASSEMBLED BY A CARBOMB
I READ EVERYTHING IN THE MAGAZINE

I WANTED TO KNOW

THE ARTICLE STARTED WITH A QUOTE FROM SOME GUY
BUT FUCK I’M DRUNK AND DON’T REMEMBER IT
I READ IT TO MY DOG AND SHE FELL ASLEEP
I COULD’VE KICKED HER; SHE WOULD’VE LOVED ME STILL

WE ARE ALL HOLY
WE ARE ALL ASSHOLES; WE ARE ALL MOUNTAIN CLIMBERS
IT IS A STRUGGLE TO CLIMB THE SHOULDER OF GOD
IT IS PLAYING GUITAR WHILE PISSING STRAIGHT
HAVING A HARD TIME DEALING WITH DEATH
I’VE NEVER BEEN TO A FUNERAL
I’LL CRY FOR ANYONE
I’LL CRY FOR ANYONE

KNOWING TOO MUCH IS A BURDEN
A MOTH FLEW AROUND IN MY BREAD BAG
I TIED IT UP AND THREW IT AWAY
I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW

METAPHORPHOSIS IS IMPOSSIBLE
INSIDE A BREAD BAG, BUT, SURELY, LIFE BEGINS
AND I AM NOT AT LIBERTY TO DISSUADE ANYONE
FROM THE GLORIES OF LIFE AND GROTESQUETIES

IT PISSES ME OFF THAT SPELLCHECK
DOESN’T ACKNOWLEDGE THE WORD “GROTESQUIETIES”
OR EVEN ITS OWN NAME; I KNOW MORE THAN ALL
COMPUTERS CAN KNOW; THEY ARE LIMITED; THEY JOURNEY
THROUGH THINGS THAT SUCK AND DON’T SUCK (JUST LIKE US)

I JUST PLAYED A BLINK 182 GUITAR RIFF AND WASN’T EMBARASSED
I KNOW MORE OF THEIR RIFFS THAN RIFFS OF ANY OTHER BAND
THEY ONCE SAID THAT WHEN YOU’VE BEEN HERE FOR TOO LONG
TO FACE THIS ON YOUR OWN THAT IT MEANS YOU’RE GROWING UP

I DON’T EVEN KNOW