Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod

You are sleeping off your demons
 When I come home
 Spittle bubbling on your lips
 Fine, white foam
 I am young and I am good
 It's a hot southern California day
 If I wake you up
 There will be hell to pay
 And alone in my room
 I am the last of a lost civilization
 And I vanish into the dark
 And rise above my station
 Rise above my station
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 But I do wake you up, and when I do
 You blaze down the hall and you scream
 I'm in my room with the headphones on
 Deep in the dream chamber
 And then I'm awake and I'm guarding my face
 Hoping you don't break my stereo
 Because it's the one thing that I couldn't live without
 So then I think about that, and then I sort of black out
 Held under these smothering waves
 By your strong and thick-veined hand
 But one of these days
 I'm going to wriggle up on dry land