Alone in the City pt. III

Alone in the City pt i I I
I dip dive into a Michigan lake
Only to fly straight up
Water is dripping from my body
Like one of those corny
Glamour shots of a model getting
Out of a pool
Only it is not a corny glamour shot of
A model getting out of a pool
It is real and it is me, flying straight up
When you're this high
The constellations of city lights are clearly
Path marks on Gods cheeks
That much is obvious to you
Why hadn't you seen it before? Too close?
Not close enough
The plane lands and a man wait's
For you at baggage claim
With your middle name on a sign
Your assistant has advised the
Driver to put your
Middle name on the sign instead of Posner
This way, fans won't suspect you are coming
Congregate and ask for pictures and
Autographs upon your arrival
This is not actual problem in your life
Fans almost never wait for you
At airport baggage claims
This is a system you put in place
For a problem you wished you had
The driver takes you to your
Parents house in the suburbs
Your mother answers the door
Your father is in the hospital
He has a tumour the size of
A tangerine lodged in his forehead
They're gonna cut his head open today
And take the tumour out here you are again
Alone in the city