I couldn't do the math on the time zones from the porcelain tiles of my parent's bathroom. Did you pick up the phone? I can't remember. Was I talking for twenty-two minutes and nineteen seconds to your answering machine?
I went driving late last night with an old friend of mine, who's spent a year marching around in khaki fatigues, in a country your baby sister couldn't find on a map, while I've been writing down the things that men with soft white hands say to me. You know, I think it's time I got a little bit reckless.
Sorting mail and stacking tottering towers of dead men's ideas has left red and black ink stains on my skin, and festering sores on the right side of my brain. (I'm making the wrong kinds of decisions) I've got hair on my chest, my chin and my balls, so why's everyone always snickering when I call myself a man?
Well this past year I've made a couple mistakes. I've fought some boys I shouldn't have drank with. And I slept with some girls I shouldn't have looked at.
Bore a hole in my head and climb right in.
credits
from Mild Mannered,
track released February 22, 2013
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