Dishes In the Sink - Sisyphus, Serengeti, Son Lux

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 shit off like Jimmy Lennon too

Set shit 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

Ybor 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, like «People, don’t speak.»

Mommy did dope only during the first 30 weeks

Happy family, happy baskets of candy

Family trips to Sea World, 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

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

Dishes in the sink, roaches in the halls

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 massage ropes

Saw my boy, said hello, gave him a new toy

Ask him what his favorite color, mommy made 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, 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 get pissed in 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

Yay, what a great ass day

Overcast, chilly, mist, and really gray

Bought a «A», shoulda bought a «I»