Frontier Ruckus - In Protection Of Sylvan Manor lyrics

I'll be swimming in the ditches With the brimming snowmelt With unexplainable fishes And the plopped-down mallards belt out For vouchers of pizza coupons Surrounding the mailbox And drowned in the lawns There with me Yes, some spiny heart grieves For our occasional escape In its artichoke leaves That our bottom teeth familially scrape Then discard on creased paper plates As a knife extricates what's released And the heat levitates Does your dad fall asleep With the remote in his hand? Does a digital beep Promote gentle reprimand To share all your love Like the threadbare cloth of Some T-shirt your mom wears From a tournament of soccer you played In 1998? He bakes blank birthday cakes In the grocery store flicker And the hard plastic cases He seals with a sticker With a bar code and what's owed And in a gossiping snicker The birthday-boy moms With expired pom-poms gravitate To personalize one For her first and only prized son I cannot sleep With this language snowing so deeply In my head Dim soccer goals And non-marking gym soles With which I walk through instead The archaic layout of the buildings that play out My past as I'm lying in my bed They will not stay out and so the only way out Is to worship these worlds with my face red Blushing beauteously Rushing circuitously Shaking with every endorphin Constantly mesmerized By all I've memorized Leaving no place as an orphan I perfect my conveyance by directing a seance From an eighth grade computer lab station in the basement Where the latchkey kids feel like a non-factor And the black-ice skids call the strip-mall Chiropractor To the sweetly faulty parents On their white-stained salty errands Nonetheless, I digress I walk through Each janitor's closet And lavatory faucet And desk configuration And signature validation On a permission slip nervously forged Clarifying tenuous eras of my penmanship's formation The holy gradation For the coaches that wronged me And my sense of belonging There's a song I can taste when the braces are tightened And the forceps clamp and the summer is heightened And my mouth is the amplifier that voices its name Well, no two-bit piece of sh** interloper Is gonna touch my world or molest my hope or My kingdom that lingers in each drawer I open When I open it up I'll be groping at what is for damn sure In the dimming of Sylvan Manor