I want to go back Before we delivered to your garage Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind I wanted to speak of spiritual resurrection Not today. My heal is bruised I knew I'd end up hanging on a fence Shit test, or she wants me to be angry and firm Pushing Swiss neutrality to the limit I was used to being alone Now I opened my door And she has direct neuralink access to my brain Caesar salads, Caesar salad It's okay to sit Let's take a cigarette break The feeling Of when you read a word too much Before you don't understand It's spelling And the feeling Of when you say a word too much Next you won't recognize It's sounding Don't push too hard (have you?) You know this The inevitable patterns of nature Neither of us can help I suppose I want to go back Before I worked with a guy from Boeing In an auto parts warehouse He enjoyed it in the 80's During what he thought Was a real cold war Disillusioned by the time Of what he knew was A fake war on terror Maybe she's scared Maybe she's just not that interested Maybe she's just too busy Or in the fucking hospital Maybe she's trying to pickle me I want to go back