MR. CALM Lyrics

I had a profound meeting with Mr. Calm in the duty free

He looked at me seemingly gleaming and professed that there is no meaning

Taught me how to walk and how to climb on my ceiling

Felt a tooth crack

He told me there's no rhyme nor reason not to let the water bead upon on your back

A brief lesson in living you can garner from your local quack

Seedlings that continue to grow through pavement cracks

It seems to me that the hubris of man is back

It seems that the hubris of man is back

Calling a species illegal

Heathens speaking frequently but ultimately feeble

Wobbling but not falling down like a manically depressed Weebl

And bobbing for apples like I want myself to drown

I'm bobbing with a gusto that might make it seem like I want myself to drown

I remain your consciousness clown

A cosmic joke

Or was it gumbo?

Either way

It would be wise to keep that racket down and fill your pockets

Those motherfuckers run deep

Deeper than the marrow in your heart socket

Empty them when you sleep or you might end up with the fishes

At the bottom of the ocean doing my little dishes with fairy liquid and a strong brush

I'll make my way through it in my own time

I posses no need to rush

I'm taking things slow

A whistle is worth more than a million days of serenity

Lost in the deserted Serengeti seeking plenty

That Fenty sure looks savage

I push it back with my emotional baggage

I'm just trying to manage

I'm just trying to manage

I'm just trying to manage

I'm just trying to manage

And I manage the meaningless pretty fucking well, if you ask me

Sent my heart to be inspected via horse and carriage

Ink blot test unveiling my inner frink

A professor professing professionally that the pathos has reached its peak

I look down on you from over my beak but I promise I won't judge

Grin widely

Teeth stained with fudge

I'm just fucking tall

Titanic enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with Gaia by the garden wall

I'm whispering sweet nothings about everything and nothing at all

I'm whispering sweet nothings about everything and nothing at all

Sorry about it but I didn't slip so death decided not to call

My phone died a death for me and so

The reaper decided to screen my call

I'm sure he'll ring me back one day, though

From an unknown number in an abandoned public pay phone

Just for those wondering if it'd take it this far

I went to hell bought a "Wish you were here" postcard