I went back to the desert, little Midwest in me And now I am colder than I used to be I live in a fortress the shape of my body And now there’s a coldness, and it’s shaped like me Now I don’t suffer any more bullshit gladly Even though everything’s bullshit now, here in 2019 And you can bet it’s gonna be a bunch of bullshit too out in sweet 2020 Or whenever this album’s released I went back to the desert with a skull full of teeth But now I am quieter than I thought I’d be I came back to the desert, and the desert came into me And now there’s a quietness, and it’s deafening Solitude for the stoic Mirth for the merry A quiet room for the overwhelmed Arcades for the ADHD Health for the sickly A big day for Grimley Good luck, everybody Good luck, everybody