A SYMPATHETIC PERSON

[Verse 1]

There is a snake under my chin

Sometimes he is my friend

You see, there's this shortcut that I used to use on the way home after my night shifts in Japanese Village

You know, the one that takes you right under the Zombie Bridge

Where the grass is thinning, brown hair follicles atop a flaking scalp of soil, sediment

Junk and excrement

Where the piss light from the stickered street lamps are tentativе to venture

And evеry tar-black shadow whispers, badgering your imagination to conjure its worst

[Verse 2]

A place where few would go alone

I went alone with ease

As I knew, there was a snake under my chin

And he would protect me

[Verse 3]

I fear I'm not a sympathetic person

I fear I may not garner sympathy

Though the years under my belt of mixing Jameson and pills

Have seemed to wipe my recent sins from memory

[Verse 4]

I fear I'm not a sympathetic person

But I just can't recall the reason why

Though every Sunday night, I wake up dizzy and dehydrated to ten missed texts that read, Did you survive?"

[Chorus]

And love

I remember love

Before the spring felt drops of ink and shit

From mourning doves

And love

Was it not enough

To clear a mind as well as wine and needles filled with junk?

[Verse 5]

I fear I'm not a sympathetic person

Such feelings have me naked and afraid

As without some unhappiness to let the people latch to I'm a proper Mussolini of my day

I fear that fear itself will one day kill me

Either that or whiskey in my veins

So whether I'm around to be a somebody I'm proud of

Or if now's my time, to me it's all the same

[Chorus]

And love

I remember love

Before this road was sure exposed as one too long to run

And love

Was it not enough

To clear a mind as well as wine and needles filled with junk?

[Outro]

So you see, there is a snake under my chin

Sometimes he is my sentence

I try to enjoy a moment's rest

My grandmother's hand-knit quilt up to my neck

A chipped ceramic mug reading "Pinal County State Champs" sits beside me on a mahogany nightstand

Exhaling clear smoke into the cool air

As I try to enjoy a moment's rest

The snake under my chin gets restless

And when the snake under my chin gets restless

He asks me where you are

"Doesn't matter," I chide

And he writhes something awful

Rigiding and wriggling

Wriggling and rigiding

Wriggling and rigiding