Oldest Relative

Watch the pot
Hands on the clock
I know that everything is inevitable
Pull up a chair for the boiling over
Feeling weird
Backwards and queer
But I know that my diet of motor oil
Will keep me going when I get too old to rely solely
On the energy my body produces
But old is relative to the people you’re with
And the things that you’ve lived through
And I’m relatively far from the earth
Used to wish that my cells would stop reproducing with themselves
But now I’m content with my bodily functions
'cause positive thinking isn’t lying to yourself
Lies are relative to your narrowing sense of what is real and fake
I wish I had a little more perspective
And I’m relatively close to you
There’s only one month left until you sleep in my bed
But there is a month and one day
Until you slip through my sweaty hands
Until then
I’ll take care of myself
Like I take care of my car
I’ll ask somebody else
To do it for me
I’ll take care of myself
Like I take care of my car
I’ll ask somebody else
To do it for me
Do it for me
Would you do it for me?
Would you do it for me?
Would you do it for me?
Would you do it for me?
Would you do it for me?
Would you do it for me?
Would you do it for me?
Would you do it for me?
Would you do it for me?
Would you do it for me?
Would you do it for me?
Would you do it for me?
Would you do it for me?