i'm thinking about horses

But they trade their freedom for a dependable meal

They let people get on top of them and tell them where to go

But how can I judge?

Is that not exactly what I do?

Is that not exactly what we all do?

I'm thinking about horses

I'm thinking about dad

He's seventy and he's just starting to get old

Things are gonna change soon

I don't feel ready for the change that's coming soon

I am standing on the beach watching the tsunami grow

From a minuscule rise in the horizon to a monstrous tidal wave

I am not moving, I am not scared

I am not scared, I am not wearing swimwear

I am standing on the beach waiting for the tsunami

And dad taught me about love and sacrifice

But that's sort of like a book that you read and forgot about

'Cause I don't love and I don't sacrifice

And youth was my excuse for that, but that excuse is getting old

Maybe I'm gay

I'm thinking about dad

I'm thinking about death

What if this plane goes down?

That would be okay, you know, yo I had a good run

I wonder if a lot of people would come to my funeral

Maybe my fans would do something special

Maybe they'd cry and maybe it'd be in the newspaper

Yeah, I think I'd get in the Detroit News

Probably not the New York Times

People'll probably like my music more when I die

'Cause they'll know no more is coming

You see, people love stories with endings

Right now, I'm just sort of a story that's dragging on slowly

Page by page, year by year

But people want an ending, they want a crash

They want a ear in the fucking mail

But I don't have one

All I have is another lousy poem

And the knowledge that I'll probably die somewhere confused and decrepit in a nursing home

I don't think this plane's gonna crash

I'm thinking about Otis, I'm thinking about Kurt

I'm thinking about Dilla, I'm thinking about

Changed my hair green, and all of a sudden

People looked at me like I was the devil (devil, devil)

Here we go (die)

Green (green, green, green, green, green)