God I hope I don’t get sunburnt this day in fall
I’m too beautiful for any more permanent damage
Backstroke walruses do abound all around me
But underneath my tan chinos there’s a pink surprise all my own

I’m not even sure if He exists or anybody cares
The parking is the same as it was 20 years ago
Now I’m not even sure if I had my first kiss
Or if around these pits there’s space for people like me

Perfect paradigms look good against titty white flesh
Except when you see them in person and look away
Beyond the clouds they are living dissimilar lives
But right here a strange and powerful creature lies in wait

Doo Dabs of movement means progress and systems
The things we give away flashing behind the sun
When I come back in twenty-seven days and nights
All the granules will be smaller