...And Vandalism

I know this guy
 If I'm the mayonnaise, he's the cream
 Some sit and wait for the ride
 While others become the scene
 And he can see a Wednesday morning
 Like others see Friday night
 It's all an open book
 It's just how you vandalize
 A double stitch on the shirttail
 While the rest of us split on the seams
 He talks about Art Blakey
 And I pretend to know what he means
 So now it's three gigs a night
 While your girl digs up the UAE
 And burn up like a matchstick
 The whole damn city can see
 The sun caught me hiding
 Just enough for someone to see
 My heart in my hands, the tracks of my glands
 Cracking through the grit in my teeth
 So when did you decide
 That there's only so much you can lose?
 The best choices come
 Just when there's nothing left to choose
 So you blow up letterboxes and chlorine bombs
 'Coz it's a weekend blitz on the dicks
 Who just can't whistle the tune
 Yeah and yeah, hit while I sit here on my hands
 Measuring compliments with a spoon
 And I'm never too far away
 I know this guy
 If I'm the mayonnaise, he's the cream
 Some sit and wait for the ride
 While others become the scene
 And he can see a Wednesday morning
 Like others see Friday night
 It's all an open book
 It's just how you vandalize