Just Us

[Verse 1]

I swear to goodness I have no fear of failure

A&E will always hold my place as a commercial whaler

Every mistake I've ever made has had a certain inexplicable beauty

You overachievers could never replace

I'm not sorry that I failed you

And I'll unabashedly crawl back under the rock that I hail to

I waste a lot of time perusing Wikipedia entries

Locating algorithms that'll make me famous like Fonzworth Bentley

I don't want to wear technicolor bowties

And I'm sure you could surmise

I'm not the type to ghost ride

I was the kid memorizing danger mouse in my tree house

A mansion is a house with plenty of couch space for all my friends

Real brothers don't care if you're an hour late to make amends

[Verse 2]

I'm out and about tending to my fruit garden

While you go to Club Sexytime attempting to make your liver harden

My favorite mug smells like bergamot tea leaves

And I find myself dosing off in a heaven of acai trees

Waking up to a feast of sandpears and apricots

Avoiding higher institutions with man-bears for mascots

I'll boycott this fanfare, to kick rocks and stand there

In dirty birkenstocks, I'll return to hip hop when the jerkin' stops

I'm pointing fingers at the flatulence of pop music

When I played Diablo II, I always picked the Druid

I'm rolling with a team of better men

Rockin' all black, leather lettermens

Who call themselves the Whethermen

Arbitrarily call myself, "The Greatest Rapper Alive"

Without ever consulting any of you other rhyming guys

[Verse 3]

Should the person who helped you find your confidence ever vanish

Before you can thank them, in the intricate ways that you had planned it

You'll feel wretched-- and terribly selfish

I just hope that he can understand

I just hope that he can understand

[Verse 4]

Every night before I fall asleep I think of where my brother went

How something so real can just disappear, I must be too fucking dense

I'm struggling with why I didn't make it a point to come and see you

Staring at your picture in my phone, I can't be prompted to delete you

Every night trying to convince myself these shortcomings are worth nothing

My brother, wherever you are, I hope you rest your weary shoulders

There's a lot more to Rob Espinosa than newspaper clippings in a folder

Kurt Vonnegut writes off death with a, "So it goes."

I guess that's the primary difference between a poet and writer of prose

I'm not trying to compress your existence into nicely wrapped tidbits

That'd be an insult to your memory as well as metaphysics

This is beyond my fucking limits

This is beyond my fucking limits

[Bridge]

You don't want me to pull memories from way back

Cos you ain't got the necessary jiggawatts in that Maybach

You don't want me to pull memories from way back

Cos you ain't got the necessary jiggawatts in that Maybach

You don't want me to pull memories from way back

Cos you ain't got the necessary jiggawatts in that Maybach

[Outro]

The english language dictates we speak of you in past tense

Can you cross the river Styx with a mere half pence?

I don't know the answers

I only know the dances

When your facebook becomes your memorial page

And I swear I cry when I look through the pictorial display