Rubber ducks on a bath towel, sucker punch and a gasp, now
The only solution to holding confusion so tight is to let it all out (wow)
Filled up a wagon and put a book in it, thought that I might run away for a minute
Nobody noticed it, so I came home, nobody knows that I did it
When honestly the prodigal's a prodigy, the progeny
Of pop psychology and comedy and also Odyssey
So calm because he's chemically unbalanced and he's on to the
Appearances of domineering peers who pose as friends (meaning... me)
I tried to be careless and carefree, but the paradox is glaringly
Apparent, and to share a brief confession, it's not heresy
To try to reach out, then seem to recall, you're not reaching the right direction at all
So you call the whole thing off, and you fall back to the habit of standing tall
(Exhibiting) all of the proper symptoms of normalcy, but again it's been some
Time since you attempted talking clearly with the infamous (Yourself)
It's long and meaningful pauses
As you try to discern from the lawless
Recesses of your memory what's going on it's the hardest part of all