I feel like I’m barely here, last thread

Holes in the socks, but I still tread

As light as I can, but I’m louder instead

Speak less, the thread made it’s own path

Followed it; and it led to my alternate past

We spoke for hours there, and then I woke

When will it change? Kinda soon I hope

I seen and felt the waters climbing up to my ankles

I seen the angels

I pushed back hard on the angles now they circles

I seen and felt the waters climbing up to my ankles

I seen the angels

I pushed back hard on the angles now they circles

Wise cracker moving in full circle

Slow come soon, but feel another angle

I would say that I’m barely here again but I don’t want to repeat myself

But there I went again, repeating myself

Like I’m barely here again, wait— 

If I'm not here, and you’re not here

How is any of this manifested even?

How can I be barely here and put everything I am into one single idea?

Couldn't conform to one single thought, heathen

Couldn’t abide by no single ideal

Dropped out of high school, found teachers in the Marx Brothers

The Wise Cracker with more wise cracks than Animal Crackers

The sun is burning my face

The waters up to my neck now

I've been holdin' your place

In the line for like 6 days now

I ain't seen your face in a while

The rocks i feel ‘em at my feet

I look for it, but I can’t find my smile

I'm barely here but was I ever?

Never knew what my future would hold

But always knew I was clever

Whether it's the answer I’ve been told

It's just the extra bits you gotta sever

Centre the thoughts with something old

Time's just an idea, concept, or whatever

Better yet it’s something you can fold

Or unravel, birds on the path – I remember

Whenever the path's meet, heat or cold

Barely here, like the end of a taper

Weather talking; is it talking or not?

Barely here, but I’ve been talking a lot

I’ve been talking a lot

Damn… I’ve been talking a lot