I woke up latelast night,
my dreams were streaming great —
at a Volvo dealership
with time shifting,
walls made of floor mats.
I’ll never forget
the doomsday timelines
I had to wait
just to get back to you.
Never should’ve dropped you,
bae.
All the way
to smelling backs
and scents at the geisha.
I know you read my mind —
you must be from
a different timeline.
You can tell so much
about a man
by the dreams he keeps,
just running…
for a different timeline.
You can make it
if you never give up
on the edge of greatness.
The best choices
don’t even make sense
when you make ’em.
Found this book
from my mom —
I never used it,
and I don’t write much,
but it was there
when I needed it.
Wrote it
with the devil’s carpenter pencil
I built my dreams with,
in Jesus’ name,
amen.
Running through
the doomsday line,
and I’m still alive,
way past 99,
stuck in 2025.
And if you hear this song,
then you’re still alive.
Woke up thinking of you,
Kara baby —
I should’ve stayed stuck
on you like glue.
And good for you, too,
to stay away.
Took me this long
to figure out
the winning play,
and all I gotta say —
I’ll see you
in the next timeline
someday.
This was just
another simulation.
I’ll look for you
where Shaggy’s got
a big Adam’s apple
for Eve to eat,
for the joy of men.
We laughed for days,
in forty ways,
when I watched them play me
and that man,
trying to sell me
a Mercedes-Benz
after they tested
my T-Wolf.
Round and round,
all-wheel drive,
we drove —
ballpoint joints squealing
up the parking lot spiral.
And we made it
to the top of the lot,
just to get back to you,
babe.
And I mean it.
In the dream,
you can touch my feet —
and I love you.
No homo.
It was just
a bad sensor
in the end.
We’re all just computers,
practicing at being
good men.
And I’m old software
on a Ruby Tuesday.
You know I always loved
you all.