Pianos Become the Teeth - Pensive [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The first man saw his scope
Making lists, he asked "will it look like this tomorrow?"
Excuse you, behoove you to live a spiders life and "clean up nice"
Placate away
Placate away and grow up tame
Tonight I saw what I'll never be
Old men walking and the reveries badgering me
My longevity lays in my feet
I'm counting Fridays on calendars
I'm seeing signs in my yellow teeth
I do my best thinking while driving but now
I have to wear glasses and they've been doing roadwork for years
It's funny how towns never lose their smells
It's funny how now I scythe and scowl about missing this house
You can learn to live without anyone
You just can't live with the re-runs
I'm ready to let my hair down
I'm ready to move to the woods
Until the floor boards get raspy, I'm ready, I'm ready
Sometimes I wish I could stop scratching at my wheals
Scratching at the heels of my sneaks