If I ever could have written a lyric for myself, it would have been this

[saying_things]

There is a girl in New York City that calls herself the Human Trampoline
And sometimes when I'm falling, flying, and tumbling in turmoil, I say
"Whoa, so this is what she means"

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[the_dibbler]

Scoop my brains and let my heart have action

In its thousand million lots,

In the dumb city dawn I am senseless and drawn to the sun

as the blackbirds and the toppyknots.

And this is what I listen to instead.

[saying_things]

Toppyknots?

[the_dibbler]

I don't know. What do you expect from a man named Augie Marsh?

[kidzero]

Mine would likely be something like

Guess it's over now
I seem alive somehow
When it's out of sight
Just wait and do your time

That or something from "Particle Man."