I got the worms of change
I'd like to pull em out
but I got nowhere to put em yet
and I'm not looking for a fast-forward or a rewind
but maybe a better plot
or maybe a better setting
maybe a time in which i could jump on the back of a train
and feel the wind in my hair
you know yesterday I felt so strong
felt like I could jump on the back of a train
and there'd be wind for my hair
felt like I understood love songs
turns out they're a lot like normal songs but with "I" and "you" instead of every other pronoun and noun
and I felt like I understood Rock n Roll
Cuz i felt like listening to rock n roll
and it didn't need to justify itself any further to me

My first day as a mussel
I held on tight every time a wave came
My first day as a man
I perked up every time my heart beat

Now I'm walkin down the 134
to the rhythm of your latest song
its such a god damn good song
but it smells like piss and turtle here
so i turn around to go listen to your song a couple ten more times
cuz I gotta torment my self a little more
Now walking back along the train tracks
I can't help but stare down and try to balance on the rail
even though its making me nauseous
Its a peculiar kind of self-destructiveness that's just an allergic reaction to our own neurotic compulsions

My first night as a man
I swore of nights forever
I hate 4 in the morning
I hate 4 in the morning

If you're the kind of boy who gets the shivers when you hear the name Jesus Christ
If you're the kind of girl whos butterflies get all a beatin when you hear the Mississippi river referred to as the Jordan river
If the battle hymn of the republic gears you up to kill even though you don't believe in god or have a clear cut side that you're fighting for
I know how much you Rocka-by-Death
And how you cradle the love of another with a condescension from above
a kind of distant anthropological love for a love that you think you're better than
Well is that love?
Is this love? Is that love?
Is their love love?
Is yours love?
Is ours love? is theres love?
It couldn't stand in for our love
Its not the same thing as my love
Its not your love
what could stand in for your love?
what the hell am I supposed to use to replace your love?
Cuz I'm pretty sure that trains aren't gonna cut it
and I'm pretty sure that Death and God won't cut it
and I don't think that boozing and piercing my ears is enough
When I'm supposed to somehow face all my fears and pretend I love it
but I'm tough right I can handle it I'm tough right?
And it seems like everyone else has already done it
but I ache like the icy Feral Hymns of Lungfish

I got the worms of You
I'd like to pull em out
but I just got nowhere to put em yet
I'm not looking for a fast-forward or a rewind
but maybe a better Me
or maybe a better You
or maybe a time in which I could jump on the back of a train
and feel my hands in Your hair
I feel like I understand You
Turns out You're a lot like Me but over there and with more power over how I feel
and I feel like You understand Me
Because I feel like talking to You
and I don't have to justify Myself any further to You
But it smells like You
so I have to turn around and go listen to your song a couple ten more times cuz I