Oldest Relative

I'll watch the pot Hands on the clock I know that everything is inevitable Pull up a chair for the boiling over I'm feeling weird Backwards and queer But I know that my diet of motor oil Will keep me going when I get too old to rely solely On the energy my body produces Old is relative to the people you're with And the things that you've lived through I'm relatively far from the earth I used to wish that my cells would stop reproducing with myself But now I'm content with my bodily functions Because positive thinking isn't lying to yourself Lies are relative to your narrowing sense of what is real and fake I wish I had a little more perspective But I'm relatively close to you Theres only one month left until you sleep in my bed But there is a month and one day Until you slip through my sweaty hands Until then I'll take care of myself Like I take care of my car I'll ask somebody else To do it for me Do it for me Would you do it for me?