Lane Fournerat: Penmarks by One

The socks are out to get me
Swirling in their own UFO
I made the damn bird scream
As I lay my fingers across the board
I guess I'm just fucking with my head
Yet isn't that what every male does
Well to the extreme of a cabinet handle
But as the envelope sits in dispair
because no one has read it's insides
Yet the music plays along with the universe
You know the thing we live in
Started with a bang
Yeah, this fucked up place where everything is questionable
Yet order is within your head
If you just some to let yourself understand
Otherwise it's all just chaotic order.
Yes I know the bag is always right
But I can fly in the wind
Yet the insides of a video cassette are restricted
To their own shape of a square
So are we confined in our own square
As our life plays before our eyes?
Is this our organized chaos?
Who knows...