Yes.

I hope my insides pull apart

I got some sorting I need to do

Yeah my friends tell me to say yes

I guess ill try my very best

Yeah. This city won't suck my broken veins

Even though my blood is bloody clean

My teeth are stuck inside my tongue to keep

my mouth from owning up

So much for my brilliant honesty

So no more complaining

And no more explaining

No more magic tricks and taps

You get what I'm saying?

I'm through with blaming all those biter trips and tracks

I want my toast with butter and jam

I want to eat green eggs and ham

And I want to set this country straight

I want to say up real real late

I'll let the street lamps light the way

To my indignant open grave

I'll clap my hands and take a guess

My tombstone is marked with the word