When in the night of the red yellow moon
In the two AM of the eastern and pre-bloom
When I stalked myself and looked at pictures of girls on facebook
That I knew I couldn't ever ever do
The moment slipped away and I barrel rolled to the final days of my life

I stole a roll of paper from the filthy bathroom
I hope I ruined someone's day
I stole a penny from the the cleanest table
I hope I ruined someone's day
I stole a glance from the emptiest space
And I was caught
I hope I ruined someone's day.

Brought back
From the lack of lacks
Another pair of ripped up pants.
Homage statues came back for me
But a trillion shes are a desired but a seldom dream
Why do I save the world so often, if all I ever get is foreplay?
When it gets down to business in the red yellow sun
In the eight AM of the Easter prebloom
I stalked myself and found that they disappeared in my dreams just as I woke up.