I Miss the Zoo
Joseph Arthur Lyrics

I miss the drunk, I miss the fiend
I miss the feeling of being under the influence of drugs or alcohol and the addiction that comes with it

I miss the simplicity of addiction and the scene
I miss the simple and easy life that comes with addiction and the community of people involved in it

I miss wandering aimlessly in half dead sewers
I miss wandering around without purpose, feeling lost and hopeless in dark and dingy places

With rats for eyes chewing on forgiveness and the will to apologize
Feeling guilty and constantly seeking forgiveness, but unable to escape the grasp of addiction

I miss the return of no return as I burn in avalanche of white snow and yellow cocaine
I miss the feeling of no return and the rush that comes with the use of cocaine

I miss talking to brick walls while following the grain
I miss the feeling of talking to inanimate objects as I follow my addiction

And human dolls as I plagiarize myself like a dummy
I miss the feeling of using others to fulfill my own desires and not being able to think for myself

Stuffed with counterfeit money for Cairo and black honey
I miss the feeling of being involved in illegal activities and obtaining money through unethical means

I miss illusions begging to be chased
I miss the feeling of chasing illusions and constantly seeking something unattainable

Even as they disappear into me erased
Even though I know these illusions will ultimately lead to my downfall

Until there is no one or nothing but the chase
I become so consumed by the chase that nothing else matters

And a powdery ghost with no face or faith
I become a ghost-like figure, empty and without identity or belief

And the woman of my dream disappearing without grace
I miss the feeling of chasing after women, even if it leads to their ultimate rejection

Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Referencing a song lyric to highlight the dangers of copying others and living a life of addiction

I miss evolving into a cloud of blue marijuana
I miss the feeling of being consumed by the use of marijuana

Blown from the lips of hookers and pimps
I miss the feelings of indulging in risky behavior and being around people who partake in it as well

As they smack each other down in alleys for the dammed but mighty
I miss the feeling of being around people who fight and act tough, even if they are not truly powerful

With no one but the weak around and the beautiful unsightly
I miss the feeling of being surrounded by people who are weak and unattractive but still wanting to belong to their group

I miss numb Neanderthals marching in rows of living dead
I miss the feeling of being around people who are numb to the world and seem to be just going through the motions of life

From my wisdom teeth to Spain and back again in my head
I miss the feeling of constantly thinking about and craving drugs, even when I am not using them

I miss salvation in syringes and angels of mercy
I miss the feeling of finding salvation and relief from pain in drugs

In blooms of smoke numbing rain which drinks when thirsty
I miss the feeling of smoking drugs to numb my pain and troubles

I miss glasses full of spirits who without tongues speak to me of napoleons wild nights
I miss the feeling of indulging in alcohol and the stories it brings to mind

I miss staying up for days and becoming a psychic pretzel flying kites
I miss the feeling of being awake for days on end and the hallucinations and delusions that come with it

Chewed on by a Zulu heading with toads to mars
I miss the feeling of being consumed by my own imagination and traveling to different worlds in my mind

A mysterious prison and one without bars
Addiction feels like a prison that is hard to escape from

I miss waking in the arms of strangers like puppies
I miss the feeling of waking up after a night of indulgence, not remembering what happened, and being comforted by strangers

Just born in the pound to a dead mother with eyes sealed shut
Feeling lost and stuck in a life of addiction, unable to escape

Looking for a tit to suck and other dangers
Looking for something to take away my pain and troubles, even if it involves danger and risk

When only the night before laughter was the only pursuit
Going from a moment of happiness and laughter to feeling lost and alone

Even as knives carved up our backs and demons sat like Buddhas eating fruit
Feeling like we are constantly being attacked and held back by our own inner demons

Meditating on hate forever in our minds
Feeling consumed by negative emotions like hate and not being able to escape from them

I miss exposing my bones and the need that rewinds
I miss the feeling of being vulnerable and exposing my innermost desires and needs

Even my burning home, even my gutted inner child
Even the parts of me that are damaged and destroyed by addiction

Even my dead grandfather beneath the ground that's wild
Even the memory of my deceased loved ones, who I cannot seem to escape

Even my criminal family, even my weedwacker thoughts
Even my family members who are involved in illegal activities and my own inner thoughts that are destructive

Whipping a thin plastic string to cut the ears of others as I sing
I miss the feeling of hurting others and being destructive, even as I try to ignore the signs of my own addiction

I miss van Gogh's revenge, I miss his nightly binge
I miss the feeling of indulging in destructive behavior, even as it leads to my own downfall

I miss spiders surrounding my bed and lifting me as if an effigy
I miss the feeling of being consumed by my own fears and anxieties, feeling like I am being lifted up like a puppet or effigy

Or a Dead King or a prophet of doom
Feeling like a doomed and dead figure, with no hope of escape

A Jesus for the apocalypse wearing dirt like perfume
Feeling like a savior or figure of hope, even as I am consumed by addiction and the end of the world seems near

Or a mother for Satan or a ghost for all the children of abuse
Feeling like a mother figure for the devil or a lost spirit who has been abused

And taking me into the fire watching me burn like a goose
Feeling like I am being consumed by my addiction and being burned alive, unable to escape

As they sing in spider voices
Referencing a feeling of paranoia and fear that comes with addiction

There goes creation, there goes the moon
Feeling like everything is falling apart and there is no hope left in the world

There goes the butterfly wanting a cocoon
Feeling like a lost and helpless creature who simply wants to escape and find safety

I miss being a bloom and a goon
I miss the feeling of being carefree and foolish, even as it leads to my own downfall

(?) Too soon, in the afternoon
Referencing a sense of time and urgency, feeling like things are happening too quickly and there is no time to escape

A doctor of regret
Feeling consumed by regret over past actions and choices

Hanging onto guitar strings in tune
Trying to find comfort in music and artistic expression

And hanging by a belt wrapped around some pipe to nowhere and felt
Feeling like I am hanging by a thread and there is no way out of my addiction

My lips too wrapped around what appears to be stained glass
Feeling like I am consumed by something beautiful and fragile, but ultimately destructive

As religious figures dress like rocks with class
Feeling disillusioned with religion and the idea of salvation

Burn into gas to the center of my brain
Feeling like my addiction is consuming me from within and taking over my thoughts and feelings

The euphoria of dying and being born all at once
The feeling of being reborn and experiencing intense feelings, even as I know my actions are leading to my own destruction

While wearing the hat that reads 'dunce'
Feeling foolish and unwise, knowing that my actions are leading to my own downfall