i don’t know where i’ll go from here pulled out the drawers and rearranged what I had arranged no, there’s nobody I recognize nowhere to go, in this never ending hall there’s nothing soft eyes and delicate hands reaching out for me I’m too old for this make believe story we’re not making amends till i’m where i should be where i should be, where i should be back at aisle nine I’ve got no family to miss me but at aisle nine at least I’m where I should be out of line so I’ll circle back, stop acting like you’re friends on my side I’ll be there by five i’m not trying to, but i’m gonna puke without a foundation it always comes crashing down vaguely familiar figures, but I was sure they left let me turn into nitrogen so they pass right through my head to reiterate, I was sick of this crap but I’m fine holding hands will get us nowhere but closer my whimsy’s dipped in gravy but yours took you to Anaheim that’s where you should be, where you should be aisle two, five, seven, ten eight, six, eleven gotta always go in and meddle with things back at aisle nine I’ve got no family to miss me but at aisle nine
