Let Me Grow and You'll See the Fruit

By the balls of my feet Go somewhere, read something Go for a walk, listen to something Hiccup Hiccup Racing ahead, laser in, locked in Everyone else can go fuck it! I can do anything, say anything, power A whole day to spend No limit, no restriction, no interruption Tears squeeze out I can watch this TV show for however long, Armstrong No one coming along with a video call or a survey Or a dick pic or a loud bang or a smell that comes up You see, I'm afraid about my privacy Can't get me anything bigger than a sample size Wind up winch legs It's April, next stop, Panini Island Perhaps some day, even this Such a short distance You know, let me grow and you will see the fruit Let me grow and you will see the fruit Thank you, to me, for coming People move away from me People move away from me I constantly think there are spiders on me and around me I enjoyed your gig, even though I thought there were Spiders all over me Thank yous every time (thank you) Everyone can be very sexually attractive I dearly want to make friends (I dearly want to make friends) I yearn for a friend who I can tell my secrets to Why does the past hurt me so? (Why does the past hurt me so?) The world is laughing at me I'm such a disaster Everyday, I'm a shell A shell fallen down and dead, curled Like a heavy, downy baby goose