#imitosis

We were all basically alone, and despite what all his studies had shown, that what's mistaken for closeness Is just a case for mitosis

He's keeping busy, yeah, he's bleeding stones

With his machinations and his palindromes

It was anything but hear the voice

Anything but hear the voice

It was anything but hear the voice that says that we're all basically alone

Poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions when he

Put his Bunsen burners all away

And turning to a playground in a Petri dish

Where single cells would swing their fists at anything that looks like easy prey

In this nature show that rages every day

It was then he heard his intuition say

We were all basically alone

And despite what all his studies had shown

That what's mistaken for closeness is just a case of mitosis

And why do some show no mercy while others are painfully shy?

Tell me doctor, can you quantify?

He just wants to know the reason why

The reason why

Why do they congregate in groups of four,

Scatter like a billion spores and let the wind just carry them away?

How can kids be so mean?

Our famous doctor tried to glean as he went home at the end of the day

In this nature show that rages every day

It was then he heard his intuition say

We were all basically alone

Despite what all his studies had shown

That what's mistaken for closeness is just a case of mitosis

Sure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis

And why do some show no mercy while others are painfully shy?

Tell me doctor, can you quantify

imitosis - andrew bird

poor professor pynchon had only good intentions

when he put his bunsen burners all away

and turned into a playground,

in a petri dish

of single cells would swing their fists

at anything that looked like easy prey