i’m thinking about horses

[Intro: Mike Posner]

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[Verse: Mike Posner]

I'm thinking about God

Is it a he or a she or a feeling or love?

Does she personally ordain every occurrence and every moment

Or did she set the universe in motion and then move on?

To try to top her achievement?

Maybe this universe wasn't an achievement at all

Maybe our lives, our wars, our fuckups, our diseases

Our love, our humanity, our passion, our pennies, our Holocaust

Are all just a rehearsal before the show

A sketch before the mural, a stretch before the jump

Does she love me? Does God know I'm here?

I'm thinking about God, I'm thinking about sex

I've been holy all day and acted in ways that deserve adjectives like "honorable," "good," and "straight"

But it's after 10PM now and I'm bored

I watched a movie on the internet alone and now it's over

I pick up my phone and text every female I know within a 15 mile radius

It's a terrible thing that deserves adjectives like "chauvinistic," "objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman)

I made that up just for myself

"Hey, Nicole"

"Oh, hey, what's up Mike? I'm about to get in bed, you?"

"Well, I'm chilling, I've just been thinking about you ;)"

"Haha, really random, I haven't seen you in so long. What made you think about me?"

"Well, to be honest, I'm bored, and I'm thinking about sex"

I'm thinking about horses, they're so goddamn regal

Their muscles ripple through their skin like waves in a little ocean

Magnificent beasts

But why the fuck do they listen to us?

They're so much stronger than they know

But they trade their freedom for a dependable meal

They let people get on top of them and tell them where to go

But how can I judge?

Is that not exactly what I do?

Is that not exactly what we all do?

I'm thinking about horses

I'm thinking about dad

He's 70 and he's just starting to get old

Things are gonna change soon

I don't feel ready for the change that's coming soon

I am standing on the beach watching the tsunami grow

From a minuscule rise in the horizon to a monstrous tidal wave

I am not moving, I am not scared

I am not scared, I am not wearing swimwear

I am standing on the beach waiting for the tsunami

And dad taught me about love and sacrifice

But that's sort of like a book that you read and forgot about

'Cause I don't love and I don't sacrifice

And youth was my excuse for that, but that excuse is getting old

Maybe I'm gay

I'm thinking about dad

I'm thinking about death

What if this plane goes down?

That would be okay, you know, I had a good run

I wonder if a lot of people would come to my funeral

Maybe my fans would do something special

Maybe they'd cry and maybe it'd be in the newspaper

Yeah, I think I'd get in the Detroit News

Probably not the New York Times

People'll probably like my music more when I die

'Cause they'll know no more is coming

You see, people love stories with endings

Right now, I'm just a story that's sort of dragging on slowly

Page by page, year by year

But people want an ending, they want a crash

They want a ear in the fucking mail

I don't have one

All I have is another lousy poem

And the knowledge that I'll probably die somewhere confused and decrepit in a nursing home

I don't think this plane's gonna crash

I'm thinking about Otis, I'm thinking about Kurt

I'm thinking about Dilla, I'm thinking about

[Outro: Dennis Rodman]

Changed my hair green, and all of a sudden

People looked at me like I was the devil

Here we go

Green