The Island of Misfit Toys - The Last One lyrics

I was fourteen when I woke up to find an ocean in my bed I hoped my dreams were just that s**y But I'd pissed in it instead "How anomalous of me!" I thought And washed the sheets at dawn But really, I wasn't that shocked And with the dryer door then drawn I smelled inside and it was fresh And so was I, because at school No one had asked how I had slept I was predictably unkempt My cracking of jokes had been revoked by the adult kept inside He didn't want to be held back By my permanent urge to freeze myself at five It goes to show though I ache and I pose These pains are barely ever growing pains They're usually from standing on my toes to see our genesis When you were just a speck That dotted one dot on my landscape No potential in effect You were a set of angel's eyes A picture and a page A challenge then requiring me to act above my age I wore bu*ton downs and blacks and browns No funny tees or WalMart jeans I built myself a metal self with light and iridescent sheen I fed myself my former selves so I would get the taste And after months of quiet persuasion You inched nearer to my face I got so very good at kissing you that everything I ate Tasted like salt against your sweet lips and I lost a little weight But then I rusted out my metal self and some just rusted off 'Til some pink protruded through the holes Suppressed and soft With that revealed, my human nature seeped through every corner 'Til it flooded my behavior Though you claimed that you would love me still You had to seek communion in the arms of the responsible And not in my possessive claws I then fell of your pedestal And though you picked me up Whenever you missed my cocoon You always found yourself in tears When I walked to the bathroom You're now an ocean out of armspan You tell me not to fret Although I am no longer your man or your boy, better yet I'm left a baby in the snow A squashed tan seed I'm a restless little hummingbird who eats and eats and eats And I'm Napolean who's posing like he's Freddie Mercury 'Cause music and flamboyance might make me less slovenly I hate all my heroes for the beauty that emits from them When the front row at my shows Always leaves covered in spit and phlegm I'm sick 'cause I don't sleep I don't sleep because I'm sick I cough and sneeze, collapse and wheeze While my food-baby kicks So girls, it isn't hard to be my solar system's sun Just play-pretend me, break and bend me Tell me I'm your only one But now I'll give up hope for something someday soon They'll sense my fear and desperation While the vulture in them crows and croons Externalize my love to some satellite who might bounce back My piddly little signal with each and every ray intact Someone to fall into fields with With the bugs and snakes and chilly gra** And laugh until we weep Until we're flipping like our hourgla** Someone who keeps me up but not because of fear Someone who won't just leave If I whispered in their ear "If you were paralyzed I'd condense the planet's beauty bedroom-size If you had absent eyes I'd try and bring out their more lustrous side If you were struck blind I'd sit and read to you most every night If you were deaf and mute I'd just stay in the house and look at you" If you called me and said "Anthony, I've got to leave, and don't go chasing me" I'd live in stoic, heavy calm But I could never write another song About loving somebody, honestly