schoolin'

brother you look like the taj mahal

one colossal dome above you and the smell of something other

a pillar and a scimitar

a little. yes i miss you like a formless hide

stretching over me and dangled from the coastguard in a chopper

the scaffold of me all awry

a little. broke your shoulder on the library steps

hanging 'round there in the dark just doing nothing or whatever

what do you mean you saw the stars?

you little. i could write it in a murder font

i could say it in a way that would be lying or whatever

i don't want them to tell us apart!

you say that i'm an overlord? i've got myself a fire hydrant

with more tyrant

in watery blasts

then all of my past!

you seen me on the bridge a lot. but i never leapt over

the pent upper

my number is up

my number is up

but infinite and joyless little high fives are singing praise the lord"