Reaching Quiet - Broken Crow lyrics

You've gone skinny All alone in New York city It's o.k., spread the peanut bu*ter thick You're back home. Sleep till noon And listen to The Shape Shifters In the Volvo on your way to borrow Foreign movies from the library Did they teach you French in New York? Did you learn to shave your face close With Dial soap and a steak knife? How to slickly wipe a sweaty palm On your pants thigh Before shaking hands firm With the shadiest show promoters? I know it's hard for a single person To fold queen size bed sheets You left your Reds hat In the back seat of mom's Volvo She wanted to have it cast in bronze To be put on display next to your baby shoes And first buck on the T.V. in the den But I knew you'd be back To eat a bowl Of Peanut bu*ter Bumpers To jerk off to the lingerie ads In the J.C. Penny catalogue I knew you'd be back I knew you'd come back To go back to school Or get a job at the down town library The health food store Painting apartments for Ray Ritchie Or to work at the cigar kiosk At Kenwood Mall It's cool Just make sure You get out of here by December Go to California. Go to Hawaii Cincinnati s**s in the winter You know that like the bump On the back of your neck It s**s the leaves from the trees And by the time the snow is melting They always find four or five Bodies hanging by belts From the train trestles Or in empty parking lots Slit wrists turning what's left Of the snow into cherry Slushy I know All beautiful places Are prone to natural disaster But being swallowed By the Earth in Manilla Beats a slow d**h In the midwest Last night I practiced holding my breath My record is two minutes thirteen seconds But that was in a swimming pool last summer It's easier in water Just do a dead-man's-float Let your limbs drift Don't count in your head Ignore your pumping blood Focus on the quiet