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letra de the last one - the island of misfit toys

i was fourteen when i woke up to find an ocean in my bed
i hoped my dreams were just that s-xy
but i’d p-ssed in it instead
“how anomalous of me!” i thought
and washed the sheets at dawn
but really, i wasn’t that shocked
and with the dryer door then drawn
i smelled inside and it was fresh
and so was i, because at school
no one had asked how i had slept
i was predictably unkempt
my cracking of jokes had been revoked by the adult kept inside
he didn’t want to be held back
by my permanent urge to freeze myself at five
it goes to show though i ache and i pose
these pains are barely ever growing pains
they’re usually from standing on my toes to see our genesis
when you were just a speck
that dotted one dot on my landscape
no potential in effect
you were a set of angel’s eyes
a picture and a page
a challenge then requiring me to act above my age
i wore b-tton downs and blacks and browns
no funny tees or walmart jeans
i built myself a metal self with light and iridescent sheen
i fed myself my former selves so i would get the taste
and after months of quiet persuasion
you inched nearer to my face
i got so very good at kissing you that everything i ate
tasted like salt against your sweet lips and i lost a little weight
but then i rusted out my metal self and some just rusted off
’til some pink protruded through the holes
suppressed and soft
with that revealed, my human nature seeped through every corner
’til it flooded my behavior
though you claimed that you would love me still
you had to seek communion in the arms of the responsible
and not in my possessive claws
i then fell of your pedestal
and though you picked me up
whenever you missed my coc–n
you always found yourself in tears
when i walked to the bathroom
you’re now an ocean out of armspan
you tell me not to fret
although i am no longer your man or your boy, better yet
i’m left a baby in the snow
a squashed tan seed
i’m a restless little hummingbird who eats and eats and eats
and i’m napolean who’s posing like he’s freddie mercury
’cause music and flamboyance might make me less slovenly
i hate all my heroes for the beauty that emits from them
when the front row at my shows
always leaves covered in spit and phlegm
i’m sick ’cause i don’t sleep
i don’t sleep because i’m sick
i cough and sneeze, collapse and wheeze
while my food-baby kicks
so girls, it isn’t hard to be my solar system’s sun
just play-pretend me, break and bend me
tell me i’m your only one
but now i’ll give up hope for something someday soon
they’ll sense my fear and desperation
while the vulture in them crows and croons
externalize my love to some satellite who might bounce back
my piddly little signal with each and every ray intact
someone to fall into fields with
with the bugs and snakes and chilly gr-ss
and laugh until we weep
until we’re flipping like our hourgl-ss
someone who keeps me up but not because of fear
someone who won’t just leave
if i whispered in their ear

“if you were paralyzed
i’d condense the planet’s beauty bedroom-size
if you had absent eyes
i’d try and bring out their more l-strous side
if you were struck blind
i’d sit and read to you most every night
if you were deaf and mute
i’d just stay in the house and look at you”

if you called me and said
“anthony, i’ve got to leave, and don’t go chasing me”
i’d live in stoic, heavy calm
but i could never write another song
about loving somebody, honestly

- the island of misfit toys

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