Rubber Traits

I want to always be on film,
 To be caught in the cut coffee sober
 Ding-di-di-ding-di-di-ding-ding-boom-boom-boulder
 One scratched lens of...
 Of a brand new prescription
 Drawing dates from a stacked deck of cards
 And doom-doom-doom
 I should cut down my caloric intake
 I should go to sleep hungry
 And wake up with my guts knotted up
 And ears open like a burnt down hut
 I want my mouth to always taste ablate
 But i want, but i want, but (ooooooh)
 I want to kiss like taffy
 Hump gentle on a bed of nails and
 Feel salt to widen eyes like a cut-up clam's tongue does
 I wanna dump early on that bmt the rest
 I want a patch of blue sky to follow me
 Unfold an oragami death mask
 And cut my dna with rubber traits
 Pull apart the double helix like a wishbone
 Always be working on a suicide note
 I don't want to (oo-ee-oo)
 When i feel like i could have gone longer
 (repeat x3)
 I don't want to (oo-ee-oo)
 When i feel like i could have gone...
 Productive, fully-charged, cocked and pointed
 Keep a tape recorder on my bedside table
 Sweats, only the pants that fit the best, no belts, no cuffs
 Walked home yet loose keep heel dies blue to a ten
 Watch a fly hit a pane of glass till it gets real bony
 His stomach swells up and he dies
 I don't want to (oo-ee-oo)
 When i feel like i could have gone longer
 (repeat x3)
 I don't want to (oo-ee-oo)
 When i feel like i could have gone.