songs about barnacles and elephants

i am sitting here putting songs about barnacles and elephants on to my ipod in preparation for a six hour drive

i slept outside this afternoon wrapped up in sheets in the grass listening to 40 oz to freedom and neurotically dreaming and forcing myself to wake up because i have developed some sort of irrational fear of ants. seriously. i think i may have a problem. lately i fall asleep mostly naked listening to rachael yamagata or talking on the phone, sometimes just breathing because i get too tired and delirious to have anything to say

best night ever

it was the apocalypse behind the window so i unlocked the door and the lightning forked and i danced like a crazy person and puddle jumped like a motherfucker in boots made of snakeskin. the soles are starting to corrode. awhile ago though i stumbled into mintage and there was a wall of cowboy boots so everything might be okay. i feel more like myself in them for some reason. or maybe who i want to be. kind of feel like those two are interchangeable sometimes which is nice

it feels like home

i waved at strangers and stole alcohol and sang out of windows. and then we walked in and i can always tell when you're less than impressed with me and i always pull you into the spare room with fluorescent lighting and dolls lined up on the windowsill with red eyes and i say okay tell me. sometimes i tie myself up in knots waiting for you to just say it, i scratch my arms till their raw and blink, smile, head tilt like marionettes

and then i kiss your face and then we all run laps around the patio. i am an animal. the heat sticks to the doorframes and the windowpanes. everything is technicolour wonderful and i tip over my feet. sometimes i feel like im summersaulting standing up im so heartbreakingly alive. and we drink the tequila we started the night on the tile floor

and soon we are singing out of tune versions of leonard cohen songs by the piano and i'm falling asleep on the couch and you tell me im beautiful even though my skins peeling, im sunburnt, freckled, mosquito bitten, dirty, delerious. and i dont think ill believe you but its nice to hear the words.

i wake up in the morning and hey im allergic to the nest of wool and cat hair we slept in but im still the happiest person alive.

and i went and bought used cds with boys with good taste, ate sushi, and laughed hysterically on late night picnics. and everythings alive and nice and yeah.