A man on a mission to avoid the subject

Trust me, I used to be a doctor, before they fired me for sexual harassment. A half-arsed celebration. No strobe lighting at all. I need you to rob a bank for me. Ask me any questions at all and the whole thing is off. Lightning is due to strike twice at this one place. Meteors shower down...Get between them!! Is it me or are more and more people caring less and less? Navy fluff in the canyon. You know what the difference is between me and you?...our D.N.A.
...And when I came back everything had changed. People no longer wished each other a pleasant evening. I hope to dream of her tonight. Pull the sun from the sky and put it in a bottle. Your eyes lied to your brain when they told it what they saw. Tell me something I don't already know...I mean that in the least offensive and sarcastic way imaginable. If one day the second hand ticked backwards. Gross miscalculations. See me in my office. We lust for only what we tell ourselves we can not have. 
Bring me my axe that is not short of blunt. Bring me my rifle that fires nothing but blanks. Yeah the names didn't hurt me but every bone in my body is broken no thanks to sticks and stones. And what's more important? This room is so silent that I can hear my heart beating in my chest. An abnormal poly-rhythm. If one thing's for sure, I'm going to be tired tomorrow. I'm so tired of being tired. Tired of thinking that I must look tired. I remember when you didn't want me to leave. I must have swam a thousand oceans, must have plunged a thousand depths. A bargaining chip that ain't worth shit. I take pride in every single one of my failures.
I'm fluent in your body language but don't ask me to translate.
The rain clings onto the smell. I want to see the style beneath your clothes. The colour scheme of your body. The beauty beyond your fashion. The shape of you without accessories. So many sights that I should have seen by now. I'm riding on Jesus' back through the Darwin museum. Making craters with my little toe. I shelter the world from rain with my palm. Somebody write a different ending, I've seen all of this before. The orphans are pissed and they're taking what they're owed. I tore the disclaimer up in his face then headed for the double door exit. We choose to do these stunts without a harness.
Wherever she is, this rain must be ruining her hair. The dying art of appreciation. Pour something in this glass and let's discuss how lucky we are to be aware of the fact that this is our one chance to be alive on this planet. I must hold some things sacred. Stop writing music about how much you like music.
Be at this exact spot in two years time. You have my word. I will be here.