What's wrong with Conan O'Brian?

He's just—taller than he should be.

—that's it?

Yes.

Oh.

Johnny Carson in the bathtub,

In the long run, I'll need a back rub

Long talks with God, I'm in a bad club

Can't waste the hate these days

On bike racers and man scrubs

Yikes

Cancel my subscriptions,

The price hikes more than miles a minute

My whole matrix a Peloton;

You woke Satan,

The lights is off

Again,

With the people

And the people

And the things

And the people

And the people

And the people

And the things

And the things

And the people

And the people

And the things

And the things

And the people

And the people

And the people

Let it limit

Let it live

Let it limit

The way you give

Protect your energy

And then, this

Protect your energy

And then

[Project] your energy

Nothing sleeps here,

As you've noticed

Though you've been unwell

(You've been under)

Something awaits for you here,

The land of the beautiful people

Hidden under skrims of Veils and wishes

Light and sound and obstacles only to blind,

And to bat, and to waken,

The Theory l

—The Theory V.

So far we're

Just designated drivers,

Long trusted confidants

It hasn't got that serious yet;

Put the turn signal on

So far,

It's just designated drivers,

Friends and countrymen

Wizards and witches

Misters and masters, and mistresses

It's never as serious as intentioned

And so far,

We're just captivated wages,

Under the influence of ourself

Designated drivers, and fortune tellers

(Masters and mistetresses)

So far,

We're just designated drivers,

Can't help but control ourselves,

When impulses in everyone besides us

Just running wild

So far

So far

So far

They're bleeding us dry—

She wants to be friend

We'd better control ourselves

Nothing further,

No longer just wasted

If

Designated drivers,

Were later medicated—

We'd better control ourselves;

Sirens behind us, now

Capsules taking hold, after

(Designated drivers)

(So far)

Slow release devastation

Mastered levitation

But we can't control ourselves

Look at us now

(Goal markers)

We're just designated drivers;

Almost never getting wasted

Nothing to report,

(I control myself)

So far

No false claims, besides

The never ending ties

(The live wire)

So far,

We're just designated drivers

Functional, but play fair

Never taking hold ourselves,

A kiss goodnight,

But never getting serious,

As sanctioned—

But so far…

—Familiars

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