And I keep in my pocket some radioactive waste
that way I know, that way I know this won't happen again
and I keep in my locket a picture of perfect confined to a face
that way I know, that way I know she's who she claims
and my concept of beauty is not just the standard names
none of the painted, none of the ossified, none of the fame
it's not like something that matters
like a comet entering your space
causing extinction, splitting the moon on its way
when I close my eyes, motionless and safe
I make up a smell, I make up a voice, I make up a name
I keep in my stomach, an ulcer of hope dripping with rage
that way I know, that way I feel you enter my veins
I follow the pathways, but they always converge at the same place
the road not taken is just the same as the usual way
my eyes in their sockets see all of these things that wrinkle my brain
and that's why I feel, that's why I act so out place