That wizard school bullshit
We sold off tartan plaid years ago,
For millions, kept half but it’s all good
Four summers ago locked in sultry Boston, it was awesome
Now got all the string I want
So I went all out for the house,
Made them my little chamber orchestra
We were never that careful or close-
they just stared at my hollow bones.
Yes, groomed as Elton John,
for the Princeton set,
That’s three sets of tennis and two whole eight balls
We got it halfway between Springfield and Montpelier 2007,
wrong t shirt on, low battery.
Year later, dating the Sophia Loren of New Rochelle,
Felt incredible to be alive most of those afternoons
At night she’d run off kinda.
In the doctor’s office though, Manhattan 2018, got too surgical,
So I drove 45 mins up north,
Smoked a bag of black and felt the vibe,
Put on some records shrouded in years (grand ol’ lucifer)
I bought the laser eyes for the forest,
felt like maybe I was the richest man in the world,
or MJ, rolling joints with bible paper.
Growing up was hard, sharing a phone with
little bro wasn’t easy (storm of elephants)
So I’m in the gold hotel lobby
Instagramming, name dropping
Bluest $150 shoes you ever saw
Feeling like the Craiglist killer, it felt right
So back forward, she had water view,
Full bathroom, reggae music, simple body
But she needed a real guy I guess
Not a three way guy, take a couple grams to your mom’s house,
Forced to shake buildings out my sleeve, like when I was a kid
So when old age agrees (you’ll know)
Remember laying pipe, wasn’t summer
Had about an ounce under my bed
Door beating down
Ripped at clothes and plastic bags
Hard as a pitchfork, teenage girls
It was ‘08, my first daiquiri in Martinique (manifest destiny)
I morphed into a monster,
Enduring morphine until my spine liquefied
But those months, caught in the old Ukraine
Ordered the top of menus, like you said
Had beautiful women (shock doctrine)
Under assignment, blank check black books
So of course they blew holes through our limos
Barely escaped Santorini with my life.
Now bad girls on ice cream patrol
Cops were a regular bother, grew about a inch,
It wasn’t spring yet, none of my friends shares needles yet,
Long Island was decaying (crumbling too)
Oh Jesus, why they kill the babies
In Guyana and across this planet
Intrusions all in our fabric (space/time stuff)
He just had a energy on him, been a while since I saw him
Had just lived six weeks at the Beverly Hilton,
Everyone had just showered,
Knew his dad had worked the Middle East,
We talked news and sports (mock executions)
So I started a lease (colder than a dome)
Bought three bags and a half of that chump
No rent no more
Just a vast green grass, as much ginger ale as I want
I didn’t want to die for the Canada Dry
End up like Vince Foster, kinda scary,
pocket full of pills, head full of wonder