Opossum

[Verse 1]

I don't run around in circles, I run circles around

Though I get how it's similar on the surface

The first is a reaction to shitty customer service

The latter is like going back to flip your own burger

The very hungry caterpillars hatch into usurpers

And graduate from a favorite leaf to something with some agency

Something with a little bass and even more complacency

Where someone could in theory dig a hole adjacent, wait and see, got 'em

Race for the save screen or c'est la vie

Opposite your maker at some tabletop arcade machine

It's been a while since I played

I used to memorize the mazes, now I'm lying in wait

I used to entertain the chase and even iron the cape

Now I use it when the dogs have been outside in the rain

Mostly perched up on the parapet observing

Army after silly army turn to armadillos curling

We roll 'em back down, no return addressing or name

Just addressed to, “From whence you came”

This is tentacle to neck and pull an act gone wrong off stage

Erase the contact and wack the gong

I sing on-hold music when you talk

It's one level ruder than the palm

The next level remove you from his lawn

The level after that has got him moving back to mom's, look

[Chorus]

I ain't really tryna sit around and chop it up

Chew the fat, chit-chat, chinwag, or pop junk

Talk about the weather like we never seen a hot sun

All that yappin', I'ma fall back anonymous

I ain't really tryna sit around and break bread

Dialogue, small talk, or share the same wave length

Talk about the weather like we never seen the rain wet

All that filler, I'ma fall back and play dead

[Verse 2]

Opossum, dead 'til I say I'm not

No seance, I'm Frankenstein at the breaker box

It's alive, the patron saint of the vacant lot

Table hopper, threw his phone away and Major Tom'd

Safety goggles on, bugs going splat, splat

Musta ate a half a dozen zagging through the acid jazz

Jackrabbit fast, lap any masher

It's the dash of vanilla extract in the batter

Everything I do is counter to everything else I do

When in the purple haze, making green from yellow and blue

Red moons festooned over choppy surf

Golden hour blowing kisses to the conifers

And everyone and mommy's a photographer

Not taking photographs, the new taking photographs watch and learn

I log the memory that mirrors my experience

The essence of the miracle is not material

'90s graff' headphones on, no tunes playin'

Mostly a deterrent for the two-faced soothsayin'

We know you really came to raid the tomb

Now you can't even get the car and driver out the waiting room

I put so many hours into reaching the brink

It makes the party people be like, “How is this even a thing?”

No real close encounters

I was probably busy running through the closest field of flowers, like

[Chorus]

I ain't really tryna sit around and chop it up

Chew the fat, chit-chat, chinwag, or pop junk

Talk about the weather like we never seen a hot sun

All that yappin', I'ma fall back anonymous

I ain't really tryna sit around and break bread

Dialogue, small talk, or share the same wave length

Talk about the weather like we never seen the rain wet

All that filler, I'ma fall back and play dead