Phonetics
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Good Morning, I can feel your feet and they are twitching
When my feet twitch, it means that I’m upset
Goodnight, I can feel your body, it is moving
When my body moves like that it means I’m depressed
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A movie? No, I don’t think that I could handle a movie
If I did anything else I think my head would implode
Phonetics? Oh, well that sounds like an interesting major
You see I have a lisp so they’ve troubled me my whole life
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All the consequences sent to all the awkward places
Sent to all the awkward places I am too
And all of these emotions buried deep in emotional oceans
You spend the rest of your life finding out what they do
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Collective? No, I’ve never heard of the collective
But if that’s what you like I’m sure I’ll like it too
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Institution? No, I’ve never fought the institution
I’m scared of all the bad things they might do
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And when I reach out my hand
You don’t, you don’t, you don’t understand
They never understand just for one night understand
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Comfort, comfort I want to comfort you
And tell you all the good things that I can do
With my thighs, my hips, my mouth, my lips for you
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All the consequences sent to all the awkward places
Sent to all the awkward places I am too
And all of these emotions buried deep in emotional oceans
You spend the rest of your life finding out what they do
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Pent up, my self-expression is absolving me
Of all the bad things that I used to be, of all the bad things that I used to be
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Effeminate whine, I called across and wrote over the phone
And we are, we are, we are alone; we are, we are alone
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An off-white smile, too much to swallow all alone
To much to swallow all alone
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When I leave here tomorrow or today; please don’t say that shit’s okay
Even your mother knows it not okay
It’s not okay
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All the consequences sent to all the awkward places
Sent to all the awkward places I am too
And all of these emotions buried deep in emotional oceans
You spend the rest of your life finding out what they do
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After your clothes have spoken, and your temperament is token
Then you truly are the fakest one I know
All the words I’m using I am very carefully choosing
So as not to take a poet’s point of view
Phonetics  Good Morning, I can feel your feet and they are twitching When my feet twitch, it means that I’m upset Goodnight, I can feel your body, it is moving When my body moves like that it means I’m depressed  A movie? No, I don’t think that I could handle a movie If I did anything else I think my head would implode Phonetics? Oh, well that sounds like an interesting major You see I have a lisp so they’ve troubled me my whole life  All the consequences sent to all the awkward places Sent to all the awkward places I am too And all of these emotions buried deep in emotional oceans You spend the rest of your life finding out what they do  Collective? No, I’ve never heard of the collective But if that’s what you like I’m sure I’ll like it too  Institution? No, I’ve never fought the institution I’m scared of all the bad things they might do  And when I reach out my hand You don’t, you don’t, you don’t understand They never understand just for one night understand  Comfort, comfort I want to comfort you And tell you all the good things that I can do With my thighs, my hips, my mouth, my lips for you  All the consequences sent to all the awkward places Sent to all the awkward places I am too And all of these emotions buried deep in emotional oceans You spend the rest of your life finding out what they do  Pent up, my self-expression is absolving me Of all the bad things that I used to be, of all the bad things that I used to be  Effeminate whine, I called across and wrote over the phone And we are, we are, we are alone; we are, we are alone  An off-white smile, too much to swallow all alone To much to swallow all alone  When I leave here tomorrow or today; please don’t say that shit’s okay Even your mother knows it not okay It’s not okay  All the consequences sent to all the awkward places Sent to all the awkward places I am too And all of these emotions buried deep in emotional oceans You spend the rest of your life finding out what they do  After your clothes have spoken, and your temperament is token Then you truly are the fakest one I know All the words I’m using I am very carefully choosing So as not to take a poet’s point of view