tell me bout yourself

tell me bout yourself
i hate introducin myself
my name is easy
after that…
you’re on your own

always feels
like somebody’s askin me
to draw the ocean
with a goddamn ruler
and i’ve never trusted a straight line
rivers don’t use them
light bends
roots grow thru concrete
and the moon’s been
jerkin round the tides
since the beginnin of time

I know
people love conclusions
but what’s the fuckin point
I’ve rewritten
most of mine
just always figured
they were where curiosity
went to die

give me one simple question
and i’ll vanish
come back
with three dead philosophers
a greek myth
bullshit scribbled on a napkin
and an answer
i no longer believe

nietzsche’s usually
the loudest asshole
in my goddamn head
while Bach sighs
and buries both of us
under four measures
that say more
than either one of us managed
all afternoon

i quit lookin for god
found the damper pedal instead
it knew exactly how long
grief was supposed to ring
and where compassion
belonged in the measure
everyone behind a pulpit
seemed to skip that movement
so I gave it my devotion

i don’t think
i’ve ever been
where i was supposed to be
good
since every beautiful thing
i’ve ever found
was hidin somewhere
i never thought to look

i cuss too much
cry over chord changes
miss my turn
b/c i was busy wonderin
why the fuck 
they call it fallin in love
instead of driftin
confuse coincidence
for destiny
stay up late
solvin nothin
still catch myself
wishin water was whiskey

and…

wait…
what was the question again?