When he went back to the black lagoon
No one was surprised
Cause he was mad and you were too
A combination most unwise
Pissing off the world means two separate things
When you're on the edge
Stuck in cubicles; put all our thoughts in bins
That crease the middle and tear the ends
What I'll say is that I didn't see it all that night
The universe will still be fine
Somewhere between the observations and blocked memories
Your guess is as good as mine
The flowers were screaming his favorite compromise
But some days it's not enough
He was caught dreaming of tempers on the rise
Well it sounds like ugly stuff
Like a rigged shotgun that didn't know why they were there
I wasn't listening that night
I came to my wit's end but I was well within my rights
And your guess is as good as mine
What I'll say is that I didn't get to bed that night
All my dreams were much too real for that to be
There's a special place in hell for chupacabra eyes like his
But your guess is as good as mine