business is business
the flies are dropping like flies
but boys will be boys
“will you be the moss?”
i’ll be whatever you want
to stay here like this
gone before your time
a debt of apology
that cannot be paid
one after the next
wake up behind the wheel
the fog is so thick
map the universe
calculate every outcome
never live a day
business is business
the flies are dropping like flies
but boys will be boys
it was past midnight
the sky filled with UFOs
i’d lost my camera
air leaks from the room
i reach out to touch your hand
my arm halts, frozen
wake up sleepy head
forget the past fifteen years
today is the day
i’m a shape-shifter
i take the form of a bear
no one is impressed
having faith in doubt
all metaphysical thought
stems from fear of death
business is business
the flies are dropping like flies
but boys will be boys
air leaks from the room
i reach out to touch your hand
my arm halts, frozen