Pierre the Motionless - Conversation Sk**s lyrics

We'll always be standing in the middle of a lemonade stand line on Idlewood About to smash a piñata in half and standing proudly Let go of that remote control and roll off onto the volcano slope Hit the low notes and cope Stomach knots and lips locked to the lymph nodes Maintain concentration and have patience with the telescope Ropes tied to my shoulders, I'm unearthing boulders Watching them float up into the sky Into constellations that were never there in the first place No consolation prize like a Medicaid paycheck Yo, I provide a specific type of entertainment Waging war lazily on pavement Doing 360's in wheelchairs with no healthcare I'm in a different dimension but tell my lawyers and doctors I'll send em in Bring in the offensive sentiments and the acetaminophen It doesn't matter to the madmen I'm back with a phenomenal grin I've gone adrenaline binging again and again And my friends, ninjas with the win Me, I'm some narcoleptic in a racecar driving around the bend I got too bent up and ended up in a permanent REM But it's no way to go I am the insomniac In the day time I play the part of the maniac To start with, I got a lack of cognac So this thirsty heart's up at night to the sound of living room laughter I make art unmarketable and expect it to pay me back after the fact I play the piano poorly. Pierre, pour me a gla** I'm sick with acidic capacity and long lasting I only get dressed up now for the occasion I can watch two hearts carve each other out in their awkward conversation Anecdotes, jokes, tricks of the trade, personal politics It's getting on my nerves now I'll be with the widows when they're in your window waving Then I'll try to behave With uninformed votes and covenants made Sexual politics, let's set a precedent of mischief I like a little trouble sometimes My face all painted like brave With cannonball hopes, fish in the grave, personal relationships… It's enough to make me breakdown Pulling out a canine Laughing at a phantom Choking on that culpable smoke and then the manila envelopes A debt to be paid, s**ual relationships... I'm happy I don't worry anymore and I'm feeling just fine