I kick and glide atop Burnside
water roars beneath me, flannel open wide
it's been a year but I'm still here
Feelin' free like a teen
Phone's in my other jeans

What are the odds
that my dog is nose deep in the bathroom garbage as we speak?
Very likely. It's very likely okay
Will I be greeted
by my fridge that's warm as the California breeze?
Mold hanging on the cheese
green like a Malibu palm tree

Oh
It's not a mess until I'm home
Oh
It's not a mess until I'm home
Until I'm home

I spent my wages on homemade zines
some absurdist sci-fi, others share leftist dreams
What if the world were just like those pages
and people like Jeff Bezos
they'd never be famous
Diatribes aside I'm feelin' good, feelin' fine
Got belly full of cyanide
Apple cores and starry eyes

Don't ya know, don't ya know that it catches up with you?
But everyone needs their moment, mm

Alright! Okay! Alright!

Oh
It's not a mess until I'm home
Oh
It's not a mess until I'm home
Until I'm home (Walls are collapsing!)

Swept by the wind now come on back (Roof sinking!)
You're no Beatnik boy, you're no Kerouac (Drain clogged!)
That whole scene was wack, unorthodox
Bills don't exist 'til my hands in the mailbox
One Cadi- two Cadi- three Cadillac (Mice in the cupboard!)
Three catatonic monkeys mating on your back (Flies in the den!)
Might wear you down, might get you far
Mine are where I left 'em with TV and guitar (It's a mess!!)