Happy Birthday

Happy birthday darlin'
From the bottom of my stairs
This is perfect darlin'

Well, some days I'm a spinning top
A skipping track
A ticking clock
A second time around the block
Or a minute too shy
You see, it's restless in my velvet mind
Reversible and serpentine
Rise and shine unsurprised to find
My dreaming is a second life

It's a dazed explosion
To circumvent some sexual malaise
But it's the brain I've chosen
Manic, effeminate, and strange
I wouldn't have it any other way

I may be late
But I'm bloomin' baby

Happy birthday darlin'
I don't know why it is I'm sticking to this phrase

The other day it came to me
As I was jangling down 2nd Street
Screen all green, no read receipts on
Crackling with fever
That left me stunted or accelerated
Hesitating on a stage
In new clothes after isolation
And overcome by revelation

If you change your point of view
Suddenly you see there isn't only one of you
And glaring in a mirror that's as crooked as a tooth
Is way more wicked than the truth

Times have changed
So goes the oldest known cliche

Ah, for cryin' out loud