I've chosen to remember you exactly as you are If looks could be pickled and stored in a jar 1997 trapped inside a conversation That party was so loud I felt like an abbreviation of myself Finally got around to vacating the nest But my knowledge of survival was pedestrian at best Now I'm holding down a job penning poems by the kilo Our guest is dressed by hand-me-down, hair designed by pillow Tie shoes in bows Walk tall in those Don't start counting your pennies; the night is but a pup There's things happening above you must remember to look up And you will marvel at how it's so easy to forget A moon that hangs so bright you could've lit your cigarette The light that it throws Smash through windows We're singing words the meaning's long forgotten Corroded over time The air's so thick you'd swear you're breathing cotton You've fallen down a mine Assuming your own nom de plume Invite someone back to your room Every person and their spouse Lay entwined throughout the house While meanwhile on another couch I've the pleasure of finding out the difference between north and south With his mechanical moving mouth he said "These are my principles, if you don't like them I've got others. This is my opinion, if you don't agree I've got big brothers"