Bad Weird EP

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The Bad Weird EP is the Eager Maniacs' first release.

First pressing of hard copies are SOLD OUT!
Hard copies are hand painted and screen printed, every copy is one of a kind.

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released July 30, 2011

Recorded by Tony Dutcher in June 2011.
Mixed and mastered by Tony Dutcher and Starkologist.
All beats by Starkologist, all rhymes by Gerko.

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Eager Maniacs Marquette, Michigan

The Upper Michigan hip hop duo Eager Maniacs are as bad as they are weird, as hip hop as they are punk rock, and as cynical as they are eager.

Stark’s synth-laden minor-chord beats paired with Gerko’s aggressive, nasally staccato-rap makes for a sonically provocative combination.

They're here to fling blood and pulp at a new generation of hip hop heads.
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Track Name: Matchsticks
He resides on the corner of drunk and desperation.
When your home life is vacant there's no need to take a vacation.
People point and call him vagrant, he prefers to be called a nomad,
but it's sunny out today, and the whiskey glow is not so bad.
He takes a slow drag from his hand rolled cigarette,
Stains adorn his clothes and beard, a mask to hide his intellect.
How could he forget about the better days and subplots?
You see, it's easy to get caught between starvation and gut rot.
His mother told him not what to do as a child.
"Never let your pride get defiled" she said, then shot him an awkward smile.
It's been a while since he caught the meaning in her words.
But now he knows what she knew then, so he laughs at the absurd.
Life is just a word, you can take it or leave it.
he's standing in the middle watching mother nature's cleavage.
And he can't believe it. An egg sandwich with extra pepper.
Cancer stole his vocal chords, so now he's writing letters.

There's no eraser on the back of a matchstick.
No eraser on the back of a matchstick, aint it tragic?
There's no eraser on the back of a matchstick.
No eraser on the back of a matchstick, aint it tragic?
There's no eraser on the back of a matchstick...
but we can't all be magic.

So he rode through that desert on a horse with a name,
the problem is he forgot it, it seems he'd rather change the topic.
Not to stop the conversation, or to start a confrontation.
(It) Seems he's trying to refrain from living a life of frustration.
So stay patient, 'cause he might get to the point soon,
After he rolls another joint, sits back, and enjoys doom.
You see, it's coming at high noon; who knows what that means?
While we read between the lines this dude has already lost his dreams.
It seems I heard the music stop or chance, it's kinda strange,
I remember it like it was yesterday, what a cliche.
He came to my home to speak to my father alone,
His voice box sounded like a broken microphone, so monotone.
When he left alone, he had no tears in his eyes to speak of,
After a week of not seeing him, he finally got clean cut.
Laying in a casket, it seems at last it's time to rest my friend.
I haven't known many good men, but we buried the best of them

There's no eraser on the back of a matchstick.
No eraser on the back of a matchstick, aint it tragic?
There's no eraser on the back of a matchstick.
No eraser on the back of a matchstick, aint it tragic?
There's no eraser on the back of a matchstick...
but we can't all be magic.
Track Name: CREEM
I slither like a snake through the sands of time,
while I'm digging my own grave with these hands of mine.
Working 9-5, life has me chasing more than dreams.
I'm tuggin' at these seams to see if I can justify the means.
There’s no end in sight, yet seems like it could end tonight.
If I don't put up my fists and fight the wick just just might ignite.
So pay attention, this road was paved with no intention.
I just wanted to toss a wrench in the gears, and gain some thought retention.
This tension may be integral but it seems the belt is slipping
Around my neck, so now the stress is not the only thing that's gripping.
Blood’s dripping from my wallet, because the dollars are soaked in souls.
The people in control of this hole have given the proles a role,
But since our buildings started booming and our economy has stopped.
Obama's 'change' has not been brought, it seems the big picture's been cropped.
The human remains of society remain to be seen by my eyes.
And every product that we make or buy contributes to our demise.

Work everyday, what’s the reward? That you’re still alive?
Debt servitude, gotta pay the bills that grow in piles.
Can you smile at your children while protecting these thieves?
It’s all about the C.R.E.E.M., ‘Cash rules everything except me’!

Our tank’s on empty, and now the politricks are stalling out,
It seems our beloved God and America have had a falling out.
To me it’s all in now, expose the cracks in the foundation,
The trickle down of my fickle nouns and verbs are tired of waiting.
There’s a picture to be painted, I suggest you pick up a brush.
Either hush or call their bluff, before the building blocks are crushed.
We’re diamonds in the rough, we've been showered in shit, our towers were hit,
politicians made the profit when the people lost it.
Get off your high horse and let it die, it's your demise,
Open up your swollen eyes, we've all been sold some golden lies.
The lines between fantasy and insanity have blurred,
Now they want to buy and sell the world, this shit is so absurd
If we started using words we wouldn't have to drop those bombs,
But that’s how we get our money, and that’s why we killed Saddam.
Why sell the lies they televise and push boulders shrugging shoulders?
This molten soldiers watching embers of just venom smolder. (X4)
Cash rules everything except me, fuck the money! Burn a dollar bill yall!
Track Name: Adult Crash
I'm sorting through the thoughts and grave yard plots that I call memories,
you can smile all you want as long as you don't come near me.
Staring at my wound will not make them heal faster,
My fist's a die cast mold for broken hearts and disaster,
Fold the pain like paper and put a bastard in the drivers seat.
Feel the heat beneath your feet while I regress to sucking teats.
What a treat, you get two people for the price of one.
The things that I've become can't come undone, I promise that this won't be fun.
This war called life cannot be won, don't disagree.
I'm stapling dead leaves and branches to my family tree.
We can both agree that I'm not me today, so please just go away.
I'm seeing things in shades of grey while better men are led astray.
The ashtray tipped over and the tree is sure to follow suit.
Ripping roots, no ripened fruit, my trunk's hollow like a flute.
So tie a noose because I'm diving in and I'm not coming back
until I die a heart attack or pull these knives out of your backs.

Years become a lifetime, watch the minutes as they pass.
But you know we're all headed for that adult crash.
Bloom and die, we all abide, except the fear inside my mind,
I'm watching clocks, they shoplift time, but I'll be damned if they'll get mine.
I sit awake at nighttime and watch the minutes become hours.
My sanity is being devoured by the dirt under the flowers.


I'm a hermit crab that's dressed in plaid and mimicking a yellow lab.
Till I start acting like my dad, let you sit back and pick the scabs.
I grasp the concept that I'm to blame for my 99 problems
I feel bad for me son, because bitchin' never solves em'
Put your CPU on standby, and say bye bye to the bad guy.
Let me be free to live between blue skies and black eyes.
I've seen a lot of fruit flies in this rotten apple where I live
Some say that I've matured so much, then why am I acting like a kid?
Now my broken bones rip through my skin, muscles, and fat,
watchin' memories on TV with a baseball bat, so thanks for that.
Life is an open wound, gouged by chance and swirling cosmic dust.
Some people try to kill themselves; me, I figure what's the rush.
Enough can't be enough unless your bluff is lackin' passion.
I only get one chance to bet, there's no sense putting half in,
This character I portray is just a needle in the hay,
I swear I'd gladly pay you Tuesday for my sanity today.

Years become a lifetime, watch the minutes as they pass.
But you know we're all headed for that adult crash.
Bloom and die, we all abide, except the fear inside my mind,
I'm watching clocks, they shoplift time, but I'll be damned if they'll get mine.
I sit awake at nighttime and watch the minutes become hours.
My sanity is being devoured by the dirt under the flowers.


My grief falls flat and hollow on the ears of grinning strangers,
Unlocking my mind with mushrooms and a coat hanger.
But wait up as I lag behind and lose my mind in time,
and what is time besides another hill to climb before we die?
I'm in two places at once trying to get a single blunt rolled,
I'm merging with the sky, anxious about getting my stunt pulled.
Drops of sweat now seem to dictate when my eyes fixate,
I'm trying to not to scream in a place that I hate.
No I don't really think my temper tantrums get my point across.
and now the point is lost, I'm done carrying this cross.
I figured if it's lost it might stall self serving crucifixions
Reality's a mix of mostly fiction and a little wishful thinking.
Track Name: Peter Pan Complex
Honestly I'm envious of these waxed linoleum floors,
Cause they get walked all over too but they're able to endure.
I know for sure I'm not the man who's save's the world,
I'm also convinced that there's a time bomb in this pearl.
Just like a squirrel I gather trinkets before the blizzard.
Nuts as fuck, my time is up, I'm grinding acorns with my gizzard.
Impressed by not much often enough to call God's bluff,
I tell him to tuck his tail, he says I've just got bad luck.
What the fuck? I guess I wasn't cut out for this charade.
A serenade of earthquakes while I continue this parade.
Telling myself to be enraged by the facade, we're all involved,
But I'm getting better at improv, and the more that I evolve
the more I feel like I'm part of these people from this pod.
My brain's accustomed to being odd, I'm a twisted lightning rod.
Playing with Lincoln logs has never sounded so good.
Deep sleep is something I can't achieve, I'd rather be sawing wood.

I saw the good inside my heart but it made me feel so morose.
'cause nobody understands this, whether or not I hold them close
They'll propose a toast to better days and shoot me an awkward gaze.
Can't they see the more they give me praise the harder I'll push 'em away.
So what am I to say? It's not you, it's me, why can't you see?
I'm repeating the same tired lines every girl has ever said to me,
But I digress, I can't digest this contest.


They're obsessed with conquest, No heart beating in their chest.
While I'm dripping sweat to get respect, reppin' midwest.
I've got free will, and my spirits are distilled
So I get ill to fill the void for wack emcees who lack the skill.
You're on that macho tip, I'm eating chips in nacho dip,
and not impressed by shit talk, so wash yo lips.
I got a grip upon this mic and I'm prone to having' meltdowns.
By the end you'll yelp loud, so you should just get help now
I'm hell bound, but I'll be damned if I get labeled a beatnik
Watch my Douglas Adams apple bobble to the beat kid.
Hip hop's a farce democracy, but that doesn't mean squat to me.
My self abuse is a form of reverse psychology.
I pour cold coffee in the cup, toss it in the microwave,
and write away, the blight I sprays made out lemons that life gave.
Never dig a grave, death not an option
You got your answer, here's a hammer, take me out of this coffin.

I saw the darkness in my soul, it made me feel great.
'Cause nobody's to be trusted in a life reserved for hate.
They concentrate so hard on smiling that they keel over,
While I'm drinking coffee and smoking pot 'til I feel sober.
Life's lack of closure has short circuiting my brain
Reliving my childhood in vain, attempting to be sane.
But never the less, this pain in my chest does the rest.

I'll pass on the message, I'm scared of death, What the heck?
I mean what the hell? I'm doing swell, but I think it's time to jet.
I gotta leave because I got a sleeve with no tricks,
I'm told I act like a bloated old dick with no wit.
Ahhh shit eating grin don't fail me now'a'days,
I was a skeptic at a young age, I never learned how to pray.
I'm not saying I've denounced religion, cause that's a given,
it's just so hard to think straight when I'm constantly living.
It's too painful and humorous, most fun things are cancerous,
Us geniuses are stuck trying to find out what the answer is,
But what's the question? Cause I think I missed that part.
If the questions the dissection of everything, the answer is art.
Aint I smart? I just got one of those faces you can trust
If I'm lying my feet are walking on a planet of water and dust...
Oh wait, I think I just gave away the punchline,
In this world time flies, it's just too bad that we don't have much time

We're all water and dust running out of time. We're running out of time.

It's a funny thing, walking on a ball of water and dust, not sure who you can trust.
But if you take the time to touch this place I swear you'll cry enough's enough.
The sights I've seen begin to fold the piece of paper my thoughts came to me on like origami,
You know I'm sorry, but I've got no answers, these songs are just a child crying for his mommy.
Crying for my mommy.
Track Name: Haha, Vultures
Haha vultures, i see them circling around our culture.
Watch em' devour the beef, and try to force feed me brochures.
Oh sure, for years I've laughed at lab rats who have gats,
Wear flat hats, and stab backs like we're playing mortal kombat.
Let's make stray cats face facts; stop staring at the sun.
It's strange to me, how can it be? These kids are acting dumb for fun.
Why succumb to the pressures from a lesser man?
Somebody must have dosed your frying pan with tryptophan.
We need some saran wrap to trash can those wack raps,
Kids with my complex have are known to have maps.
You're altering duck quacks, i can't fuck with the bird call.
So I attack crushing yolk sacs, tipping the see saw.
Yeah, I might seem raw, cause these emcees are bourgeois.
On stage like look at me ma, then spitting that blah blah.
I get the last hurrah, walk in the club with a bone awl,
Ask where I'm headed, I'll say beheading vultures, haha!

Haha vultures, when you spoke it was a joke.
Acting like you made the wheel when you're really just a spoke.
Haha vultures, I see the fire's getting stoked.
Watch these dudes stroke their ego's while they bum each other smokes.
Haha vultures, when you spoke it was a joke.
Acting like you made the wheel when you're really just a spoke.
Haha vultures, you better watch who you provoke.
Get coked, grab the mic and choke, but you're underneath my yoke.

Vultures can't understand what I'm trying to emote.
When I evoke these ewoks all they do is hold their throats.
I'll make swallow soap because they spewing hollow words,
I'll grab these shit birds by the feathers and make 'em swallow turds.
You're acting hard as hell but seem to practice being flaccid.
Send postcards from your backyard, your rap 'career' is hardly active.
I'm far from passive, I'll leave your shitty city burned and charred,
E.M.'s commin' fat like lard, we'll give you blowhards no regard.
You're proudly starred and spangled, I see you calling me newfangled.
But the way your brain is angled, leaves you liable to get strangled.
We mangle kids who hang dull, redirect your eyeballs.
On friday night you hit the pub crawl while I'm reppin' that piebald
style, got that fly on the wall of your mind perspective.
Live and let live? No, only after your dissection.
Survival of the fittest? Money turned the game into caca.
What's the meat in this pasta? I told you son, it's vulture.


Haha vultures, when you spoke it was a joke.
Acting like you made the wheel when you're really just a spoke.
Haha vultures, I see the fire's getting stoked.
Watch these kids stroke their ego's while they bum each other smokes.
Haha vultures, when you spoke it was a joke.
Acting like you made the wheel when you're really just a spoke.
Haha vultures, better watch who you provoke.
Get coked, grab the mic and choke, but you're underneath my yoke.

You're just a joke big bird, you leave us all laughing.
You don't understand the difference between talent and passion.
Eager beaver and Stark smash deceivers in the dark,
Rip apart these sharks and feed 'em to a movement with a heart.
So watch the sparks and gasoline live in perfect harmony,
Vultures think they've got some status but they aint harming' me.
They swarm like bees, but their stupidity stole the sting,
Rock your fake ass bling, but your lyrics don't mean a thing.
So in verbal fights these fashionites ain't rappin' tight,
My advice is 'get a fucking life'!
And get your wings clipped, vultures get their wings clipped!
Track Name: Haha, Anorexia
That plate aint looking great today, she’s shaving pounds with razor blades,
and if the forks don’t start the beefin’ I think she might waste away.
That’s okay, or so she says, her skin and bones resemble legs,
When your brains are underfed your body cannot make the bed.
What’s been said? Who’s to say that this isn't empty fitness?
When she leaves the house it’s safe to say she’s grocery listless.
It’s just like Christmas without the Christian guilt,
'cause when they nailed her to this cross they let her have a quilt
to warm her skin, and some stilts to hold her up for public viewin’.
She used to binge and purge, now she resists the urge to start spewin’.
Never chewin’, who’s got time to eat when you could gaze in freezers?
Joker’s call it vanity, she’s pulling body hairs with tweezers.
Speakers cover sheets with tears, fear’s becoming heaven sent.
When she’s stepping on that scale the numbers are irrelevant.
She wants to disappear, so watch her shrink in volume and in size.
Sustenance became despised by this lass throwing goodbyes.

So stone the hunger with your brain,
Starve yourself to feel the pain.
No mother’s milk it's time to wane.
Promise you won’t die in vain?
People laugh like a cliché,
They love to watch you waste away.
They love to ask how much you weigh,
And how did your vomit taste today?
Stone the hunger with your brain,
Starve yourself to feel the pain.
No mother’s milk it's time to wane.
Promise you won’t die in vain?
When a little girl gets led astray,
These bastards have a field day.
Use her skin as an ashtray,
Until the wind blows her away.

Her scarred knuckles shuffle under muffled chuckles
These kiddies like to group in huddles ‘fore they start the scuffle.
It’s like they have to ruffle every fucking feather in the pillow,
and squeeze the last tears out of this sick and weeping willow.
If you let her chill though, it doesn't seem to get much better.
I see this statue getting weathered, bundled in a coat and sweater.
Watch your letters, she’s lacking in social tolerance,
she’ll start the hollering; am I making any fucking sense?
Lactose intolerant, or so she says, but I don’t buy it.
19 years old and 90 pounds saying she needs to diet.
If you keep quiet you can the crickets chirping, hiding vermin;
straight A's, actin’ like a virgin just to hide her perfect burden.
The tears are burning so she hides them in her ventricles,
Carving careful words in notebooks till she makes her pencil dull.
So before you judge this upset mess, please don’t forget.
This scene ends in a city of ripped fishnets and broken flesh.
Track Name: Abortifacient
I watched him walk on water with a spoon and a paint brush.
Sizzle just like gristle, I think my dude’s got a crush,
But this mushy missile turns men into fools.
We used talk about the shaping of our golden rules,
But now you look like a ghoul, steady slave to the sleep,
It started back in high school when thrills were still cheap.
We used to creep, now you sit, flick, stick, pick;
It’s sick, adding a laugh track could make it shtick
Just a brick in the coffin they’ll carry you off in,
There’s no time for stopping between snoring, and coughing
We don’t see each other often, and I like it that way.
‘Cause I know you aren’t even really you these days.
Now you’ve learned the ways of a secret society,
and in an act of impropriety became a slave to anxiety.
Pack the wound with cottonmouth stories of sobriety,
(stories of sobriety, stories of sobriety)
Homey you can’t lie to me, Inside your eyes I see the thief.
You cling to pseudo relief as you watch in utter belief,
That you’re causing you own grief in this self serving motif.
And I don’t have the heart to watch you shrivel like a leaf.
This sleeve hides the heart that you don’t even know you have,
Taking blind stabs, fresh blood spill on ancient scabs.
I’ve got a latent mad demeanor, everyone else is patient.
The fragrance is so blatant as your soul becomes a vagrant
It’s like watching pavement dry frame by frame,
I can let you make your statement if you let me name the game,
We'll act like the same dudes we were in adolescence,
But I found poetic essence while you got addicted to depressants.
See we both bleed, but it’s starting to seem like you don’t feel it.
If you don’t think you have a wound, I don’t think that you can heal it.
I feel it may be time to drop this metaphor like a jaw,
If you don’t stop injecting God you will fall prey to Murphy's law
Call what I’m saying raw beef and get offended,
But you left this demon unattended, don’t pretend it’s been suspended
Our friendship sinking on a dead end ship.
And I’ll probably skip your fucking funeral because I couldn’t handle it.
No matter how the coin flips there are only two sides.
You get off this path and live, or you don’t and then you die.
Lies only work on people who want to believe them
You’re pushing friends away, but right now I think you need them.
You can run away and say my words are just poetic skits,
You think you're dope as shit but you’re just strung out on opiates.
Track Name: So it seems
A man’s born with a clenched fist for a tongue,
He’s looking glum, bruises purple like a plum.
Watch him succumb to shame that he needs,
Cause he lying in degrees, hiding hammers in the leaves.
He’s watched different “shes” leave and take the leap
But he no longer grinds his teeth in his sleep.
No tricks up his sleeves, just hairy arms,
And they go right down to his calloused palms.
Harm and alarm are a storm, he’s the wake.
How long has he been awake, how much more can he take.
Coffee by the pot, routine like a machine.
I don't know what he does,I don’t know what he sees,
I don’t blow with the wind that thwarts his hustle.
He swears he’s not but he’s looking for trouble.
Or so it seems. Or so it seems to me.
Or so it seems, or so it seems to be.
Or so it seems.
Or so it seems.
He’s not himself today, so maybe it’s me.
We all act alike, just to varying degrees.
The berries in the weeds aren’t always edible,
The books on the shelves aren’t always legible.
Or so it seems, or so it seems to me,
Or so it seems, or so it seems to be.
Or so it seems,
Or so it seems.

I’m not myself today, so maybe it’s him.
We all act like different people underneath our skin.
But a grin and a handshake don’t make a man fake,
If your lacking these things you’re probably full of hate.
We break the trust while we turn to dust,
But this dude right here asked me “what’s the rush?”.
And the hush that commenced
Seemed to make perfect sense. He told me
“Holes in the road shape our souls like a mold
Die cast, some die fast, others seem to grow old.
this ocean of life is so vast and massive,
If you take time to laugh you’ll indefinitely grasp it.
Embellish your half and disregard the rules,
Passion is a flame, and flames burn fools.
Passion is a flame, and flames burn fools,
Passion is a flame and flames burn fools.”
He’s not your average listener, that’s for sure.
and he’ll probably never let you get in one word
But I heard he’s got a couple bones in his closet,
and it’s locked so tightly hinges defied logic.
So he took ‘em off it, it’s a metaphor defined.
Went as far as painting over it, he never sees inside
Nothing to hide, look into his pupils.
He’ll try to convince you that dreaming is futile.
It’s nothing new though, he so damn tough.
Living in a jacket where he can’t be touched.
Iron lungs rust, but his steal is stainless,
Never given someone trust, so he feels painless.
The shame isn’t half of it, ignorantly passionate,
Keeps rehashing the way his father fashioned it.
That’s how it seems, how it seems to me.
That’s it seems, or so it seems to be.
Or so it seems.
Or so it seems.
He’s not himself today, so maybe it’s me.
We all act alike, just to varying degrees.
The berries in the weeds aren’t always edible,
The books on the shelves aren’t always legible.
I’m not myself today, so maybe it’s him.
We all act like different people underneath our skin.
But a grin and a handshake don’t make a man fake,
If your lacking these things you’re probably full of hate.
Track Name: And I miss you
You can paint me up to be the bad man with a back hand,
But please understand that this is not a master plan.
I've been playing Macgyver since this bastard's tale began,
And I don't see things changing soon, So sink, or swim in sand.
Prick me on my heart with your rose stem, see if I pass the test.
I might bleed and I might not, but either way it's just my best.
So we can smash it into the ashes of something that was once cute.
But drinking will not stop the rain, it'll only make us both puke.
What does the use of drugs got to do with happiness?
God's blissful kiss on scarred up wrists, I wanna know what have we missed?
I'm touching crimson lips that never existed in the first place,
but I knew I was addicted at the first taste, tongue's interlaced.
Match my pace and bust my cherry, tell me we've eloped.
But that pain you carry makes my hope remote like a ghost.
Use a coat to warm your moat, and quote the words I've wrote to
form a homicide note, I'll be cleaning my throat out with a bar of soap.

So here we were, there I am.
Clutching a PBR can in my hand.
and I wanna know am I a man?
Or a boy, a tawdry trinket,
I tip the can back and I drink.
I'd love to tell the truth dear,
but honestly I seldom think it.
So here we were, there I am,
Water, yeast, barley, and hops in a can.
So here we were, there I am,
Did I ever really even really hold your hand.

Are we talking? Are we fighting? Is it over? This is frightening,
Are we talking? Are we fighting? Is it over? This is frightening,
Are we talking? Are we fighting? Is it over? This is frightening,
Are we talking? Are we fighting? Is it over?

But did we ever really come clean? I know that things got messy.
When we were at our best the glass seemed to be far from empty.
But after a few sips i think your lips got wet and your brains got numb.
So now I'm acting like a dumb ass again, Trying to get me some.
Come on baby, clean the rust off your heart and I can make you blush.
Maybe this bed just wasn't big enough for both of us?
Am I really that hard to trust? This conversation is intoxicating
Or frustrating. Are you listening or am I masturbating
My tongue? Eating my time, you're wasting the young parts of my mind.
When I climb behind you life is just a theme park ride.
but then that feeling fades when the endorphins wash back out to sea.
You're acting lovely, sayin' you love me, loneliness paints the fallacy.
So don't get mad at me, because the lies belong to you.
Are you out there? Can you hear me? Can I call you little girl blue?

So here we were, there I am.
Clutching a PBR can in my hand.
and I wanna know am I a man?
Or a boy, a tawdry trinket,
tip the can back and I drink.
I'd love to tell the truth dear,
but honestly I seldom think it.
Am I the first man who walked on the surface of your moon?
Or am I just some dude who put you in the mood?
I felt the room move the minute you uncrossed your legs,
and then the peeling ceiling fell down and it hit me in my head.
Now either I'm dead or that blue sky is falling.
Girl, the way you looked at me was just so appalling.
And I may be stalling, but I'm running on your fumes.
So where does that leave you?