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 bestYeah. 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 upSo much for my brilliant honesty

So no more complaining

And no more explaining

No more magic tricks and tapsYou 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 hamAnd 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 graveI'll clap my hands and take a guess

My tombstone is marked with the word

"YES"