Teleprompters

Ever since I was a kid
 On the backs of my two eyelids
 I hid two Teleprompters there
 Transmitting words from who knows where
 Walkie-talkie on a mission
 Roger, roger will I listen
 Or will I just pass it along
 No form of a sing-a-long
 When muse annoys, devoid and null
 I feel a tingle in my skull
 Like ticker tape the words appear
 There's a parade between my ears
 I preach self-love I know it's true
 It's easier to say than do
 I send the messages to you
 But now I need to hear them too
 I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
 I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
 I was laying bricks in a line
 Yap full of dog toy
 Picturing a life beyond that of a protocol droid
 Bleep bloop boy ox boycott pea soup
 First learn to eat paint at St. Peter's preschool-yum
 Now that's a painkiller I can speak through
 Airbrush letters on a pristine gene pool
 See my mother said her father drew a ton
 But all his cartoons had been swallowed by the Susquehanna flood in '72
 The end he would subsequently pass
 I know he had a stroke but I assume that's only half
 But now I'm signing up for finger-drawing class in a tux like a gentleman
 Marrying his ash to his dust
 Last on the kickball team draft pick-list
 First to the King Kullen practicing his kickflips
 I'd like to say it's 'cause I was a rebel
 Truthfully it's easier to say "oh hell" instead of "hello"
 (Hi, you need to get out more)
 I dunno, I don't wanna be there when the geometry domino
 (You need to get out more)
 Maybe, or maybe his pace is better suited for pacing
 (You need to get out more)
 Never I am nailed to the floor-I am snail under pressure
 (You need to get out more)
 Fine
 Ever since I was a kid
 On the backs of my two eyelids
 I hid two Teleprompters there
 Transmitting words from who knows where
 And this is why when I'm on stage
 My eyes are closed I'm in a haze
 It looks like I'm made out of clay
 I'm overwhelmed and under-glazed
 I'm making vases out of snakes
 I'm a kiln half-full of mistakes
 When kneading it, air's overlooked
 It's gonna crack when it gets cooked
 So self-forgiveness is the key
 They're re-sculpting my sanity
 Mindfulness, humility
 And taking time to care for me
 I preach self-love I know it's true
 It's easier to say than do
 I sing these messages to you
 But now I need to hear them too
 I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
 I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
 I was laying bricks in a line
 Yap full of copper-top
 Picturing a life beyond that of a dish-washer
 Pot buzz ping
 Criss-crossed arms in a tub ring
 Learned heartbreak on a Zelda-1 sub screen-numb
 Learned dark days by the scent of poached dove meat
 Some part ways and it's fugly
 Maybe the sum of the parts became lesser
 That each individually making the same gesture
 And you don't wanna interrupt the overlapping network
 So you throw a bag together and elope with cabin pressure
 To disappear instead of interfere with nutty customs
 And differing definitions of liberty and justice
 Big dummy dig a hole in the dirt
 He put his head in the hole; he is alone in this world
 And dying slowly from the comfort of his home full of worms
 Until you hear a little voice say "yo let's go get dessert"
 Wait-what?
 You need to get out more
 I dunno-over 2 million dead bats in NY alone
 You need to get out more
 Maybe, maybe not
 Maybe I should stay back and survey the lot
 You need to get out more
 Never I am nailed to the floor in a jail made of deserts
 You need to get out more
 OK