Earily

I am the journeyman glimpsing to become an artisan
They would call it arson
They would call it arson if I fed the flame
That pushes me to ruin this park bench bed

I wane from the heat of this Uber
I hope the beat drives me to the door
I sneeze the cab driver some money
And wipe my nose with my sleeve
Up the street I shift into sleep gear
'Cause I can't make it up the stairs no more
Awake from the dream, I felt super
I dreamt I still had all my teeth left

I'm armed to the bleeding gums
With an empty bottle and some Snus and a [?]
Black metallic birds have to chase them off
Not a master, not a puppet

I'm the journeyman glimpsing to become an artisan
They would call it arson
They'd call it arson if I fed the flame
That pushes me to ruin this park bench bed
See, I don't trust doves
One moment they eat out of my hand
The other is dust

[Outro: phone voice]
Hi, it's me
Uhm, I just called you to say, uhm, yeah
I get a lot of things for free
I–I don't feel they like me
What do you think looks best?
I want you to look at me
It's okay
You seem distracted

What do you mean, 'It doesn't look safe'?