you know what they say   about doing laundry on your birthday   the salt stain on your jacket   from brushing against the car   birch trees in the snow   they stand there in a row   stately and quiet   beautifully explaining   and if i ever got it   i'd puncture the lucky planet   and suck out all the magma   and i'd be paid to suck it   (and spill it on my jacket)   and as for today   i've had sneezes with much more to say   the tiny little novels in every fleck of snot   drive slow in the snow   brake lights in a row   everybody coming up with ideas for commercials   and if i ever saw you   and pretended not to see you   i'm wholly wholly sorry   i just didnt wanna see you      the rabbit fast   asleep inside the baseball mit    the mit lay in a pile of leaves    and me in julie's yard    and i still miss? (x4)      you know what they say   about doing laundry on your birthday   the salt stain on your jacket   from brushing against the car   people are always excited   to talk about where they're from   it's the one and only subject   where everyone's an expert   and don't forget your vitamins   or swallow such silly skeletons   i'm rotten at keeping in touch   but i miss you very much