All I really know is that I'm never coming home

And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you so

I'm go and get an internship

And then I'll get a job

And then I'll pack all of my shit up and f**k

Can go

I'll go to mexico

I'll go to canada

Oh mill myself to new york city in a bar

You'll never hear from me again

Save for an envelope austin

Containing fifty billion dollars

And some photographs of dogs

For half of my short life of kept ashore in my room

For all the little trinkets

I consider gold

Photographs bottle caps

Landurus flowers crumpled maps

Things that look particularly old

A plant has always been

That I should throw them

Out the window if the building were to catch on fire

Given the dogs are safe outside

But the drawer

Is full of trash

And I could turn it all to ashes

For the bleeding joy I'd get from adding my

Or smoke to the sky

I'll go to mexico I'll go to canada

I'll mail myself to new york city in a box

You'll never hear from me again say for an envelope

And containing

Fifty billion dollars and some photographs of dogs

Sharks are smooth

If you pet them one way they are spiky

Pet the other

And my mom said that if they stop moving they'll die

Hammer head swim past

I've got my face up against the glass as I whisper

To my sisters as well I

I'll go to mexico I'll go to canada

I'll mail myself to new york city in a box

You'll never hear from me again

Sve for an envelope I'll send containing fifty

Billion dollars and some photographs of dots