"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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