Hammerhead

All I really know is that I'm

Never coming home

And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you so

I'm gonna get an internship

And then I'll get a job

And then I'll pack all of my shit up and fucking go

I'll go to Mexico

I'll go to Canada

I'll mail myself to New York City in a box

You'll never hear from me again

Save for an envelope I'll send

Containing 50 billion dollars and some photographs of dogs

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For half of my short life, I've kept

A drawer in my room for all the

Little trinkets I consider gold

Photographs, bottle-caps

Lanyards, flowers, crumpled map

Things that look particularly old

The plan has always been

That I should through them out the window

If the building were to catch on fire

Given the dogs are safe outside

But the drawer is full of trash

And I could turn it all to ash

Just for the fleeting joy I'd get from adding

More smoke to the sky

I'll go to Mexico

I'll go to Canada

I'll mail myself to New York City in a box

You'll never hear from me again

Save for an envelope I'll send

Containing 50 billion dollars and some photographs of dogs

♪

Well, sharks are smooth if you pet them one way

They are spiky, pet the other

And my mom said that if they stop moving, they'll die

Hammerheads swim past

I've got my face up against the glass

As I whisper to my sisters as will I

I'll go to Mexico

I'll go to Canada

I'll mail myself to New York City in a box

You'll never hear from me again

Save for an envelope I'll send

Containing 50 billion dollars and some photographs of dogs