Delicate Cycle - The Uncluded

I can take my finger off, old dog, old trick

New twist like actually take the finger off

Wrap it in a blanket as you would a severed horse head

Mail it to a friend you wanna pinky swear more with and

Should they need a forearm or something they can practice drawing skulls on

Cut it from the shoulder while the saw’s warm

The full appendage really make a world of difference

Included too are 30 teeth to chew out all your critics

32 would have been perfect, 2 were casualties of it’s it’s-

I always wanted radder things for Christmas

The rest were cool

I’m shipping out a torso in the a.

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You should learn to hit the organs every time at 40 paces — it’s important

I can’t explain why now, by the way

Legs in a crate delivery by today

If a uniformed man knock knocks, sign his document

You shouldn’t have to walk out to the mailbox for the other shit

My mom was a lunch lady when I was in elementary school

She was outside during recess

She had a whistle and I thought that that was cool

She was really nice to all the kids who didn’t have a lot of friends

She would give them hugs and tell them jokes or she’d play catch with them

And, my dad worked at the laundromat which was really cool to me

I’d get to open up the washing machines

And clean them out and collect the money

And I’d open soap dispenser and put new little boxes of soap inside

I knew how it worked and I was good at it

And helping out filled me with a sense of pride

I would meet all kinds of people there and I would look them in the eye

And I’d say «Hi!

Excuse me, but do you mind

If I shine the glass while your clothes dry?»

My whole life is a

(My whole life is a delicate cycle)

A delicate cycle, a delicate cycle

Inside a jar with a lid, a giant arm with head

They said it used to walk upright and like New York after ten

One day it woke up out of order, nothing more to extend

Delicate cycle in the alpha of its orbiting zen

When interpersonal skill is already poor at its best

A conversation can be riddled with exorbitant debt

And you don’t know it, but I know I owe you more than I’ve kept

So if you find a biohazard by your door on the step

Maybe it couldn’t find its faculties, but swore it would help

Wanted to be a larger part than its abnormalcies let

Hang on, I’m overnighting eyes with a headlight-deer stare

One up, Vin Van, UPS an ear pair

Wear 'em if you need a new perspective on a weird year

And one day when I’m better we can square away a fair share

The last frame silhouetted by the sun

Was an air mail stamp on a still warm tongue

I was 26 years old the first time I lived in a house

With a washer and dryer in it and that’s the year I bottomed out

Maybe what was missing was the sense of community that comes from

Hauling your big old load out in public and airing your dirty laundry

And the company of other people who also don’t have the amenities

At their convenience in a home that’s so set up that they never have to leave

I miss the smell, the dust, the coins, the trust

The squeaky carts, the vibrations

The bucket full of bleach, the dryer sheets

The old pay phone, the giant sink

I’d watch my daddy mop the floor

And my heart started with a quarter

I’d watch my daddy mop the floor

And my heart started with a quarter