I Choose

Look at me I’m falling off of a cliff now
I can still hear my mama yelling «No! No! No!»
But the words mean nothing, can’t catch up to me now
The view is so beautiful all the way down
When I was a little boy sucking juice from a bottle
Believing my perceptions were oh so real
But I didn’t know nothing, still knowing nothing
Was just enough for me to know the way I feel
This is life
What a fucked-up thing we do
What a nightmare come true
Or a playground if we choose
And I choose
Look at me I’m swollen like a banana fish now
I’m never going to make it, make it out of my hole
But I keep on laughing, doesn’t really matter
There’s dozens of reasons for explaining my soul
When I was a teenager sucking booze with the Vatos
Discussing who was gonna live to be 21
They said they wouldn’t make it, they didn’t make it
We’re all naked when the day is said and done
This is life
What a fucked-up thing we do
What a nightmare come true
Or a playground if we choose
And I choose
Don’t know who made this all come true
Now while you’re here, just gotta do
What you gotta do
One, two, three, four!
Ooh whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh
Now if I wasn’t such a weenie, do you think you’d still love me?
Pretending I’m an airplane on the living room floor
Like a lovely generator, you stand right by me
And if words were wisdom, I’d be talking even more
So I keep on falling as I’m looking back above me
Watching as my mama just becomes a little dot
Now I’m, I’m like DeNiro, I’m Amarillo
And I’ll never know when I hit the ground
This is life
What a fucked-up thing we do
What a nightmare come true
Or a playground if we choose
And I choose
Yeah, choose
And I choose…