MAULERS

Minutes turn to seconds seconds feeling like how an hour lasts

I write your name in a heart in the steam up on the shower glass

I don't know how it started

Far from arrival nearly departed

At this point it's part of the cycle

Seeing the airport more than my family more than anybody

Symbols on my head no teletubby

Chop sticks teriyaki Burberry hanker-chief accessory

Sensory overload clenched fists grinding maulers

Love to say I told you so judge me from my style I know it

Cause I ain't truly got one

So cover my casket in some lighter fluid on the day I pass away put me in it and please set fire to it