Sisyphus - Dishes In The Sink lyrics

(Verse 1: Serengeti) Dishes in the sink, roaches in the walls Ain't around my son, so I bought the boy a ball That'll do, that'll do, that'll do Set sh** off like Jimmy Lennon too Set sh** off like "hey, I'm leaving you" We don't have no portions to divvie up in two Amoeba like, tiger pelt to a wooden knife An addendum to the lonely rhythm of private life Dinner for one, dinner in the winterdom Used to smoke Phillies by Beck's and have fun Wild boy city had me feeling like a crumb Feeling depressed like spilling juice on your prom dress I was happy once when I went to a real brunch It was special, now people don't speak Mommy did dope only during the first 30 weeks Happy family, happy baskets of candy Family trips to SeaWorld, stolen mother's sea pearls I ain't seen them, ain't been doing nothing but reading Walking tall, staying focused, and dreaming Cleaning up weekends (Sufjan) It was my choice And the life that I create I'm nothing to you I'm nothing to you And I may look just like a baby And I may feel just like a dog I may not look just like I'm fading I may not look just like I'm fading And I am hardly hanging on (Verse 2) Dishes in the sink, roaches in the hall Ain't around my son, so I bought the boy a ball Cleaning up, weekends Sleeping off, reasons Take pictures, send postcards, scrolls Little smiley faces after ma**age ropes Saw my boy, said hello, gave him a new toy Ask him what his favorite color, mommy gave him a brother That's beautiful Family trips to Tampa, tanktops, jean shorts, blue bandana Black shoes, white socks, no Humana Draw a portrait, this is real life, stand up Laugh, this is hilarious, next month I'll meet a life-changing Aquarius Thank god, I thought about her dad, used to drink wine and feel like king I'm open, the most open in the ocean Tiny jellyfish enjoying solitude, floating I like it, I like it like I like your high kick I didn't see it coming, the crib needs new plumbing I'll do it, chip at it, you know I work nights Six months later, we could pa** some bloody street fights Life's ill, fatigued and broken into a total turnaround Fast as the speed of sound, or as fast as when the fair moved out of town Great a** day, overcast, chilly, mist, and really gray