Pandazilla

I'll never tell you he was a monster He was just a man Who could fault him for that He was never made to love And he was never made to live long Existing as an oppositional force Pouring white salt on the wounds And kicking dust in the eyes Roaming late at night And twisting in and out of memories An apparition of a godlike figure The man behind the curtain Pulling levers to navigate childhood nightmares Getting sucked under trains and leaving everything behind Mothers, daughters, friends Your absence is relief and pain in one breath Happy Father's Day

There's a lot of pain being wrapped up in you It stings deep and boils inside my chest I remember you in those moments before sleep Dreaming there would be better days And that those days would be full of you Yours eyes said you dreamed the same even if your smoky words wouldn't admit it That closeness we shared, nose to nose Isn't an everyday sort of thing I won't say I'm obsessed, distressed over you But I will say that I kinda loved you And so I'll let you go

Purple and pink bows hanging on my lymph nodes I try to blow my nose And all that comes out are freshly ironed clothes Hazy daisies singing out the maybe's Listening to the couch sing hymns about Tracy Yes I got a fast car So get us out of here You said you had a plan, but first you gotta Deal with your old man. You're drinking for two And you've got nothing to lose Nothing to prove Shapes of my face show how long I'll live-ia According to an old lady from Bolivia Turn me around and take me down town I'll teach you some more trivia Just get me some more tea

We can twist in the sea Salt and foam mixing in our fears The sun licking off our tears Just you and me Sailing for hours forever Building an empire of awkward glances Some quiet romances Or I could find you on the pier Counting down the years When you and I first met In your arms Warming my bones This is my home Memories as precious as a pearl Your heartbeat the waves crashing Give me a distance smile Hand in mine and so many things to say My brain giving way I forget, fragments of moments I wanted gone I'll weave them into a song And if you put your ear to the shell You can hear it

There was once this giant squid that lived in an old lady's aquarium for four years. He was dead inside because he had dreamed of becoming an actor at the age of 3. He was four then and felt like since he missed his chance, he'd never act again. He'd swim around and cry all day and night and eat snails straight from the garden because he had really long tentacles. LISTEN TO THIS, after he ate a bunch of the snails, the old lady had had enough of the carnage since she was a vegetarian and only ate grass. She threw the squid out and told him to get a job by Monday or she wouldn't take him back. Well, what was he supposed to do? So he did the o