I taught myself to survive a four story fall   Wearing a space suit and a dead englishman’s socks   It’s a textbook procedure, kid   Right out of the pages of the hollowed out book   Where once I hid my face stuck in glasses   Don’t lose your shoes over such a simple step as hitting ground   Just remember to roll,   Just remember to roll.      Silence in a five story starewell   I say, and that’s all I can think of    In my brandon-eyed dead of day crawl   I can barely squeeze that lie   Through the black clawed pinhole between my two front teeth      MOM,   I’ve kept a razor under my tongue since I was a small toddler with a tight belt   I haven’t been able to kiss a woman with an open mouth, my friend   Cause I’m afraid that I’d split her lip,   Is that sick?