You'd Think the Sky Would Run Out of Water

You'd think the sky would run out of water,

but it won't; it just keeps coming down. I need someone

to marvel at the breath escaping from me.

Do you have a natural resource you prefer to exploit?

Does someone think of you and turn the channel?

How would you ever know?

Have you ever zoned out during Downton Abbey?

I'm certain of something I'd prefer not to tell you about.

"Slow down," you say. But I can already see my breath,

and its only October. Walking with you is making everything

watery and spazzed out, like a movie about sex

where I have sex and people are all like,

"He's amazing, we really like his sex style!"

But I digress. Will you please stand up when called upon to tell

the audience how wonderful I was in my best moments;

like someone in senior management delegating things and being sure

of everything but how to stop? I promise I'll make this up to

you. I'll write your name on the menu board,

and people will come into the store all expectant of you.

Source: Splash State (The Song Cave, 2014)