Frightened of Me the First Time

It was always out of spite, every action I take Throwing up all my food and leering at my neighbors plate Like a virus, a disease, a flowchart for a brain Is this how I really feel? Or is it a learned response to pain? I haven't told anyone this, but I'm having a really good day The sun's shining outside, and not a chance of rain Grass brushing my ankles, and feeling so good Breathing in that good ol' oxygen, and praising God because I should! I type "peace" into the address bar, and it loads that page right up! It's a picture of where I am, what excellent wonderful luck! You're staring out at a cargo ship, there's no one there but you and me A bird sings "Yo Soy Milk", the waves lick the sand like it's sweet. The clouds gather too, a cyclone like a man And I see who it is, and who I've always been "You wanted the songs more than all that god could give, "and you wanted the silence until you got sick of it." Well, I have everything I want. I want what everyone has. I am the Grabbler, the Prize Boy. I am fucking Captain Jazz.