I Was a Teenage Anna Nicole Smith

I was a Teenage Anna Nicole Smith
Making out with Death in a parked car
Now I’m just the old guy blowing the leaves on your tennis court
With nasty scars

Hey, let’s do acid on election day
You can be the Queen of Guantanamo Bay
And I’ll be the shape shifting lizard Congressman Spy
The truth is stranger than the high

Ralph jumped that fence into that old past tense
He is, now he just was
But I miss him here now and I don’t wanna say anymore
Because it’ll just fuck up my buzz

Hey, I’ll be Ralph, you can be me
We’ll blow every red light doing ninety
Driving an old Porsche, listening to Lennon
I hope there’s no LA in heaven
I’d say one LA is bad enough

When the scars on my face heal
I’mma finally pick up my kid
From the McDonalds’ where the kids
Makeout and vape
Gonna tell her that you can’t really know anyone ever
(not even yourself)
It’s kind of terrifying It’s kind of great

Hey, I know your dad would be proud of you
When I feel this lost I feel him too
Everything is beginning
Even the endings are beginning again now
I’ll always be a Teenage Anna Nicole Smith
Watching the people drift in and out