: I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky, When the children were babies and played on the beach. You came up behind me, I saw you go by, You were
: Careful when you crank that last one down Because the yellow chips with ease, with age They're kind of old but they're the best ones They're not gonna
: Don't say a word Not because I know what you mean Not because I've heard you say this before But in this semblance of Democracy It's like vacuum for
: May as well be on the stretcher Black & bruises too You may as well be injured Boundless blister blue But you're only in your bed And ther's nothing
: Capsize, tired eyes Collapse into clean sheets, Martinized By bored friends' mothers who feed to release Their trust in kids and adult defeats Home
: Gloves hold you in, accessorize Corners of sin and potential crimes The colds scolds your chin, draws some salt from an eye But even the wind can't
: A stand, a wall, a fiat in us all, something that will take away this nonsense soon, one of these days. The demand, the call, it will come soon I can
: Part nonsense, part lung test, sickness loved in these hands. Sought numbers for answers. In hundreds I said prayers. Missed some trains. Lost some
: Down the street I'll park the car You go ahead Meet me inside There's no reason for us to both go through with it On the way I'll call about this guitar
: The fire is already ut when the raine comes. The nucleus of stress chooses dust in the end. Like aerosol evils in a rush towards the sun, it's an oasis
: Today the grass is like another green, straight from heaven's garden, like you've never seen. At first glance it's like this place is on fire, but
: Reticent she returns to the streets Where she once floated above in hospital sheets Hands on the walls where small handprints still weigh With the
: They used to throw some fists but now they fuck you up with teflon. Still serious? If so I hope you got some boots on because it's raining. Complaining
: Stay out with me tonight. There's some blankets in the back. Caught on Autumn's edge out near the woods once again, but this time no one expects us
: From hotels in the middle of the night I'm calling you out. To candles cling tentative flames, but they burn just the same, just in case you forget
: Confidence-it drops like filth in bathroom stalls. Privacy-it leaks through un-completed walls. Forced by public failures, now you must recall. You
: How many times have I heard, "In the South they just don't work." Lazy angels spill time and use lives as I would mine. Pouring out of windows, like
: So much simple summer strives to convince us of its pride, to unite all the locals and the details of a ride. Through a pastiche of painless principles
