2002-01-04 | PHOTO-MATH

"extreme gross-out (memento)"

take a picture of me

touch it up with a sledgehammer and some broken glass

maybe then it'll end up with an ounce of class

take a picture of me

don't be dissapointed when it don't show up

and my eyes are all red, because my heads blown up

if i look twice your size

it's because when people see my face they tend to hide

take a quick polaroid and shake it up

so i don't have time for excuses to make up

i'll be satisfied if you don't rip it in half

what the hell do you expect it's just a photograph?

you've got the real me

who needs memories

for now, maybe

but later on we can trade it in for some walking around money

you've got me now

who needs faces from the past

lets take this picture in our head

and we'll make it last

spit in my face

it'll come right off

i like tasting your saliva

you're even cute when you have a bad cough

snap it quick

so we can get on with our lives

fast, deadly, slick

like a turbo charged eel with nine knives

our life is like a rollercoaster

without being sick

like the relief when you hit the ground

without falling from that revolving pile of bricks

when your feet touch base

you feel your face

and breathe a bit easier

well, after a couple of moments of "bad taste"

i'm not sure what i mean

but i know what i'm saying

some things just can't be seen

'til they're on the floor laying

it's all there in front of me

but it's so unorganized

i'm glad theres only one of me

i'm so....unorthodized?

i think i mean what

oh i left it on the docks

someone swam away with it

and waved in circles like the hands on a clock

the time kept skipping ahead of me

but everytime i took a breather

it would jump back and mock me

and tell me i didn't need her

times a fool sometimes

but i've had some good ones

i try not to laugh when it doubts me

like some wannabe naysaying hoodlum

i seldom keep track of it

only when i'm at the job

and i'm waiting for quitting time to come

so i can go home and be a slob

park on the sofa

watch me some oprah

although i'd never tell anybody

i need that doctors help

he makes people cry

and sometimes so do i

when i realize i used to own some of their footwear

but now i don't fit that size

find a nice snack

cut me some slack

i'll be right back

or not, it's the urgence i lack

everyones worried

about what's to come

i do it unhurried

with a slow numbing hum

theres a song for every situation

even rod had a song about infatuation

theres probably a million ones that state it better

when he realized this, the young man got worn like a sweater

he was soon old

without a bold bone in his crusted soul

he was never told

that a diamond can't shine without sweat and coal

the light blinded his vision

the dollar signs were inept

his greed was precision

and near him it was always kept

it's just a petty injunction

a second of unflailing truth

when you get to the point of non-function

it's off to the no-kissing booth

no lips

stiff like the middle of q-tips

sniffing the old pictures with your drooling as a new innocent portrait

and your burning eyes

soaring above into the empty skies

as you try to figure out the license plate of the reality that just hit you

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"to tear out your heart would send all your secrets to me. But i let you down and swollen and small is where you'll find me now. With that silver stripping off my tongue, you're tearing out and you'll never....your teeth believe that teeth are for tearing-tear into me and the scent of your sweating smells good to me"--NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL

"when they lay down the fish will swim upstream, and i'll contest but they won't listen, when the casualty rates near 100 percent, and there isn't a pension for second best, or for hardly moving....--DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE

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