1/30: tube amps

Tell them to make my ashes into a tree or press them into my favorite record

Tell them to keep me forever

Tell them to let me go

They say that the amount of time they give you is the amount of time it takes

Life is so fast

How could I not have stretched my arms out

Bawled fists squirming from a cradle

Conducting

Not yet knowing the laws of physics or rhythm

But kicking anyway

Happiness is the only weapon I can conjure

Baby buys tube amps

And a collection of pedals

Distortion, you say, is what really makes it sound nice

It’s not loud enough

You better burn my body

You better do everything you said you would

And know that I’ll still be shaking my fists

I guess there were different things that kept us all alive

Hunger is all the humanity I could remember

But it was universal

Maybe it was over indulgent

To get fat off of all that was starving you

But I don’t want to get to the point where nothing scares me

Or nothing happens at all

Selfishness was the only humanity i could muster

Tell them who i really was

Tell them i didn’t say i was sorry i said it was unfortunate

Tell them to throw my ashes away

A coffin is just another thing to keep me shut.