Dude had a destroyed childhood, no support network, drug and depression problems, no ability to do normal work aside from his ingenious musical calling. So he wrote songs with thoughts like this. What else was he gonna do, sit around and eat Wendy's till the end of time?

Despite his problems and inefficiencies, he worked hard. He gave us this gem, starting it out so minimally, yet with a byzantine stretch of chord changes and melody accompaniments. The second refrain is the ending - the song is a fragment. The ending blooms with suddenly full instrumentation, an excellent bit of late-'90s space.

Then it's gone. Two minutes and done, long outliving him.