Oldest Relative

I'll watch the pot
 Hands on the clock
 I know that everything is inevitable
 Pull up a chair for the boiling over
 I'm feeling weird
 Backwards and queer
 But I know that my diet of motor oil
 Will keep me going when I get too old
 to rely soley on the energy that my body produces
 Old is relative to the people you're with
 And the things that you've lived through
 And I'm relatively far from the earth
 I used to wish that my cells would stop
 reproducing with themselves
 But now I'm content with my bodily functions
 Because positive thinking isn't lying to yourself
 Lies are relative to your narrowiing sense of what is real and fake
 I wish I had a little more perspective
 And I'm relatively close to you
 There's only one month left until you sleep in my bed
 But there's a month and one day until you slip through my sweaty hands
 Until then
 I'll take care of myself
 Like I take care of my car
 I'll ask somebody else
 to do it for me
 Do it for me
 Would you do it for me?