"Metamorphosis #2" lyrics
"Metamorphosis #2"
I never cared for morning sex
But I'll make an exception for you
Electronic cigarettes
With the debutante from Lafayette, Louisiana
I grew a beard to hide my chin
I don't need to hear how I look like him
The atoms on the wind sing an ancient verse
And our natural motion is towards rebirth
I started tucking in my shirt this year
Should I be worried?
I've been thinking about dying a little too much
Should I be worried?
I've been teaching my son how to drive on the weekends
Talk about worry
Metaphysical man down
I started painting with oils again
A collection of nudes and self portraits
I poured one out for David Lynch
Step into the room where the ideas swim
I started tucking in my shirt this year
Should I be worried?
I've been thinking about dying a little too much
Should I be worried?
I've been teaching my son how to drive on the weekends
Talk about worry
Metaphysical man down
I started tucking in my shirt this year
Should I be worried?
I've been thinking about dying a little too much
Should I be worried?
I've been teaching my son how to drive on the weekends
Talk about worry
Metaphysical man down
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- Pony Bradshaw Lyrics
album:
"Through a Glass Darkly" (2026)
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