Spotted In The San Francisco Gay Area

(Don’t call.
But you do appreciate those humans who do come see you perform
and you feel a deep obligation to them.
Absolute-yeah, and I serve them.
Yeah.
And I love-I like servitude. I like wanting to give them something good.
I make the best hash I possibly can and then I sling it with everything I’ve got.
I just don’t wanna hang around afterwards and talk about it.
I just like to do it. If I- If I could just say, ‘Thank you! Goodnight!’ into a moving vehicle
And be ten blocks down the road before they get up out of their seats, that would be fine.)
I’m yelling out a strange van
To strangers who are yelling
I’m strangely feeling happy
While happy seems contagious
Their phones are out and filming
We never see what they see
If I were to put it simply, I could not
Ask my Namey
I guess I see all the time passing
And the past is where we left it
High school friends are gone
We left the scene to find ourselves
Inside a strange dream
Living inside tinted windows
Thinking, ‘where did all the friends go?’
People are alive
Alive
(…to be the strength in my own life…)
I guess there’s babies making babies
And there’s babies making music
Graveyard
Yet organisms mutate
‘Til the human race begins again
I am not a sinner
So sober I stay
In blankets yet to rise again
Through Oakland onto Daly City
To rise again
Through Oakland onto Daly City
To rise again
Through Oakland onto Daly City
Foggy hills begs a pretty penny
I know its real, but money doesn’t make me feel