Who’s That Cat ?

And a one and a two and
A three and a four and
Who's that cat sitting in the back corner
With his face buried in his notebook
Who's that kid who can use one hand to count
Every meal this month that was home cooked
As ugly as i am how is it that i
Manage to avoid sleeping in my own bed
Twenty-nine years old brain works
Like a motor so the diagnoses is bone dead

And he used to climb tree's and throw snow
Balls it was never a chore to endure
Don't know who's voice that it
Was that I heard but
It told me to go search for a cure
So now I move with the ease of the
Breeze in the race to cross last place
Who's that cat sitting in
The back corner with
His heart laying in an ash tray

On the go where I go only god knows
Maybe I can see if I
Got rid of these obstacles
Wiping down the residue with a paper towel
Screamin at the world from a stage
Tryin to wake the crowd
Make it loud, turn it up and drop off
Shed a tear for every single
Sock that got lost
I gotta stop watch that tells a lot
Of lies, finish your drink first
And than we got apotheosized
Creepiest belief's smashed them with an
Ax on a quest
To figure out the best route to relax
Went on a vacation, move over I'm back now
Better believe the chief how
Quickly he sat down and in the background
The soundtrack was caution
Woke up found himself lost in Texas
Called the thirty-five up in the
Tele and meet me god
Don't even know what to tell me, so tell me?

Who's that cat sittin in the back corner
With his face buried in a girlfriend
Who's that kid who wants to use one hand to
Count the days left until this world ends
As ugly as I am how is it that I
Manage to avoid sleeping in my own bed
Twenty-nine years old brain works
Like at motor so the diagnoses is bone dead

And he used to ride a
Bike down the street with
A boombox strapped to the back of the seat
Don't know who's voice I
Ignored I don't care
Anymore I'd rather stare at my feet
So as I move with the ease of the
Breeze in the race to cross last place
Who's that cat sittin in the back corner
With his heart laying in an ash tray

She asks where iv been, I
Says iv been nowhere, no fare
She can read my mind, don't even go there
I gotta cold stare I pull
Out for such occasions
Focus on the path, when I have no destination
Respiration, need to keep the
Breath steady, desperation
Tryin to read the benefit's of Betty
Test my patience, yes in DDR
Automatic, exclamation point valid
Drama addict i got a bad case of the goods
I spent a lot of fucking time in these woods
I guarantee I would change your life
If I could but could not
Your having a hard enough time
Trying to be understood
Stompin in my boots and my blind fold
What iv given do back to me nine fold
Times are cold, and all of my rhymes are old
But I'm binded by my soul to
Make something they could hold

Who's that cat sittin in the back corner
With his face buried in his notebook
Who's that kid that can use one hand
To count every meal this month
That was home cooked as ugly as I am
How is that I manage to avoid
Sleeping in my own bed
Twenty-nine years old, brain works
Like a motor, so the diagnoses is bone dead
And he used to climb
Trees and throw snowballs
It was never a chore to endure
Don't no who's voice, that it
Was that I heard
But it told me to go search for a cure
Now I move with the ease of the breeze
In the race to cross last place
Who's that cat
Sittin in the back corner with his
Heart laying in an ash tray