still call me brother like Cain and Able

The weather gets warmer. None of this happens slowly, none of this is gradual. I have to slide my jeans off quickly. There are sweaters on my body and I am begging anyone to pull them over my head. I'm lying cause I don't think it's hot but I'm not lyin cause I am begging anyone to pull them over my head. Sure baby, use it to cover my face. I wouldn't dream of keeping my eyes open. No, no, I'm just kidding. But yeah, it's warmer.

I talk about May 1st not like it's a month but like it's a new gospel album that I've been waiting to hear my whole life. My whole life. May 1st seems so significant. I write out lists to my roommate of "this is what you gotta do before you get out" and with her copies scattered everywhere of "how to become a writer" I want to make a note, take a big post-it and say "this is not how," how this is not it. I want to say it all wrong. And we're up front about it at this point. She slams down toolboxes and scatters beer bottles across the apartment and I don't smile when looking at her face.
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Get your garbage off my floor, go and get gone. May 1st is comin, how'm I suppose to do anything with this music when you're getting your dirt all over my walls? Mine, mine, mine. I say. I should have had brothers. I should have a lot of brothers. I should have had them to keep me in check. Not that there werent enough stand ins.

And look at this-- I mean really look at this-- not the weather or my roommate playing "what color is a dumpster," but look at this. May is gonna come again and I love the same people. The same songs get scrobbled and the same names show up again. Was it May 1st or May 2nd when I had my first communion?
Who is gonna release the album? Who is going to understand that I cant slide my jeans off fast enough? Oh, yeah, everyone understands. I havent dressed myself in years. I havent undressed myself in years.

None of this is gradual.