This year's robin's breast is not as red 
The entire nest is underfed 
Every bed I've made has broken down 
The AA meeting is letting out 
From the parking lot where my mother let me try out 
Driving my grandfather's car when I was just fourteen 
If the splendid world wants to end and rid us 
I wish it'd just get on with it and forbid us 
I can't keep track of what I own 
My brightest day was poisonous but agile 
And then you decay in a way so fragile 
In the sticky shade with an ice cream cone 
Whatever happened to the little sailboat 
We kept behind the shed but only once made float? 
I used to climb upon it onto the roof 
And now the earwigs climb the trashcan 
I figure I'll become a sort of watery man 
Pissing in my night backyard 
Distributing the proof 
You can keep a record of all your meals 
And the way that each day feels 
Safe and well-preserved in some hidden cavity 
But all your private and precious locales 
All your hidden heavens and all your pals 
Are gonna succumb to the brutal gravity 
Baby I know 
The splendid world is immune to flattery 
It burst me on the sidewalk like a run-over battery 
All my metallic innards come pooling out 
To try to name this is to be less famous 
If I were dumber and detestable I'd be more successful 
But on the sharp scorched grass there's nothing else to sing about