lockstep

lock step with jordan

and picking at my face

picking what I do, what I do

I don't pick on jordan

and he don't pick on me

we picked up the anhydrous

and no one picked a fight

“I'm gonna' cook it here”

ass, jordan, you kill us both

pick your face and pick a zit

pick your friends, my momma said

pick 'em well

I picked my friends and I picked jordan

lock step with jordan

“she gonna come later, pick it up”

we could meet her in the woods

or meet her on the street

or meet her by that house

by the gas station

by the church

that they made into a restaurant

so we met her by the empty apartment

by the bar

by the strip club

by the way, she knew the truth

and I was lock step with jordan

and jordan ran to the woods

and then ran back

and we knew someone was coming

ass, jordan, you kill us both

my momma used to cook in the house

but it was meatloaf and tuna and beans

never cooked like this

and someone was coming

and jordan was shaking

and I was sweating like a puddleboy of death

he started to cook

ass, jordan, I screamed

let's go to the woods

and he was shaking

and I swore I heard a siren

and in a half-light dream like damnass scream

I saw the flames

ass, jordan, you gonna kill us

and he was mumbling, mumbling shaky deathwords

and why he took the white gas to burn the stuff

I'll never know

white gas fail-pass white trash can

bake a crankman and a crankman can

ass, jordan, your face is melting

and the car is burning

and the stuff is going

and the house is catching

we got running

ass, jordan, your face is melting

so I dropped him by the clinic

by the grocery store

by the shelter

by the river

right outta my car

and his ass jordan melty face

all crispymelt eye-slit scary

and I ain't gonna walk

lockstep with jordan no more