Tilt

Common men pedal for medals
And settle to wither and wilter
As I tilt
So I tilt
And I still stand on these whittled stilts
Knocking down what I can’t reach with my hands
As I tilt, so I tilt, so I tilt
No longer blind, but sometimes semi-enlightened
I pick up a paintbrush and rush at daylight
As if I might find a way to brighten it
I’m high but simultaneously wearing
A sober disguise and liking it
To the lighter inside of me that had died
The day I got done fighting it
'Cause today I met a rabbit with a habit as silly as psilocybin
So I decided to try the magic, but as I sat down beside him
I wallowed under weeping willows I didn’t even know had grown inside of him
And when the roads to heaven re-open
I’ve been hoping, for steady weather and better timing
In a Sisyphus fuss, I cuss at rocks and boulders
A knot in my shoulders
They are not just god damn foothills
I told her I must have collapsed
After a lapse, in speech that bored me
Heard cat laugh a half gasp
Another closed door behind me
In the morning I’ll been doing fine
Wherever the CIA decides to find me
So watch, as I chop down the whole block of pine trees
Clock a cop at the crotch and rename the place Pine Street
On Christmas Eve, even tripped across a tripping friends feet
And press for the red, despite being left half dead from the green tea
I’m the type of guy that types half his life out
Ties every have and have not together with the half not and some white-out
It’s too bright out, that’s why I go the shy route
I’m known to blow lights out
And stand alone in the dark until the day that I’ve had my pill
Common men pedal for medals
And settle to wither and wilt
As I tilt
So I tilt
And I still stand on these whittled stilts
Knocking down what I can’t reach with my hands
As I tilt, so I tilt, so I tilt
I never handed it to the hands
That handed me the Xanax, the Paname, it was planned with Haussmann antics
So me and my man Dan panicked to the Can-Can and we can’t can it
I’m in Amsterdam and god damn it
I’m a sniff a line in the sand and start tannin' with the cannons
Sure had some handsome plans when I was hanging over the Atlantic
Should have known it would crash the minute they began to land it
The newsstands can’t stand it
A man, a plan, and some cannabis
This is what a mammal is
This is what my worst day in ages
The men under the same government made lasers
Razor blades or grenades ain’t a threat to the makers
Make out in grey shades in a suede blazer
You sway to the serenade of a blazed anger
As ladies wave me away lazily with the same drained Tasers
We lay naked
She’ll be saving a lay for later
I wrote down how I should’ve found a way to hate her
I should’ve some how had some papers
Then smoke spliffs the whole day
Instead I was just dumped
For the second time in my life by my soul mate
This time I lie to my friends, tell em all that I won’t wait
Nope, smoke dope and go choke and work on my swordplay
Broke and rebuilt a record
Called it Tilt for old sake
Serotonin to the bone until the day that I’ve had my pills
Common men pedal for medals
And settle to wither and wilter
As I tilt
So I tilt
And I still stand on these whittled stilts
Knocking down what I can’t reach with my hands
As I tilt, so I tilt, so I tilt