Ten degrees too cold for my Shaft jacket
six degrees from where I want to be
Rafters and studs and drywall and mud
fuck it, I'm going to Mexico
The doctor's never seen what I have
she'll never know what I don't
Stitches and pills and iodine and bills
fuck it, I'm going to Mexico
Running 'round to keep every door closed
light creeps through the keyhole
Sitcoms and news and cigars and booze
fuck it, I'm going to Mexico
Chinese takeout, three days in a row
Li Ma doesn't even work there anymore
Styrofoam and soy and dim sum and koi
fuck it, I'm going to Mexico
Same conversation, four hundreth time
the more they talk, the less I listen
phobias and shame and repression and blame
fuck it, I'm going to Mexico
Four things left from my room back home
survived countless trashcans and gasoline
letters and veil and pesos and shale
fuck it, I'm taking my dog down to Mexico
