I got a pet snake who is physically incapable of love He's like my best friend who would kiss me when we got shit-faced on his drugs He'd pull my shirt over my head I lean in close and kiss him back I say I've dreamt of this since I was fifteen Man, how corny is that? Knew a gecko who would stick to walls but always bit my hand She's like the mad spiteful consistency of songs made for my band Why can't I make a good foundation Making songs that bring me joy Instead of immortalizing things that make me feel hopeless and annoyed Like you give one rat's ass I got three months left inside me After that, man, I don't know I've grown up, I've picked my poison Give the blame where it is owed A Burmese python, I'm a nuisance in a place I don't belong But moving to Portland won't solve all your problems, I've known along Moved to the east coast to write lyrics that are both cutting and so clever Like they say: The good day far too young But you know you're gonna live forever You've heard that one before Just shut up and perform I got two months left within me And it's hard to fathom more You were right to leave without me I just weigh you to the floor Komodo dragons were the apex on a tiny chunk of land But drop me in a bigger scene, you'll watch me falter where I stand I'll eat what remains of our friends Sell my soul and then cash out And when I'm dying in my eighties, it'd be inside an empty house Just alone with my pets It's not like they love me back There's just one month left before me Cross my Ts and dot my Is After all your best intentions I still spend all day inside I got one month (one month, one month) I got one week (one week, one week) I got one day (one day, one day) Feed my snake after I'm gone I've got