Don't do drugs unless someone prescribes them to you. (Or do. I don't care). Was listening to this.

Begin to walk as if you had no place certain to go Wind in a spring night is the kiss of a lost love When she undresses the flowers, and the dandelions erupt like gentle volcanos Will you then be suited to hold her Is the measure of a man the hollowness of a heart bled dry Is it allowing his tears to crystallize, and attaching them to a gold medallion that can hang on her breast Will she take it off when she wants to rest Irresistibly and irrevocably The breeze is the great unknown From nothing to nothing, But feeling on its way to and fro(m)

Begin to walk as if you had no
place certain to go

Wind in a spring night is the kiss
of a lost love

When she undresses the flowers,
and the dandelions erupt like
gentle volcanos

Will you then be suited to hold
her

Is the measure of a man the
hollowness of a heart bled dry

Is it allowing his tears to
crystallize, and attaching them to
a gold medallion that can hang on
her breast

Will she take it off when she
wants to rest


Irresistibly and irrevocably
The breeze is the great unknown
From nothing to nothing,
But feeling on its way to and fro(m)

Would you sit with me a while under an old elm and contemplate Maybe just speculate I don't mind the difference A warm bed to sleep inside A hand that reaches through the billowing waves of sheets to hold Sleep? Sleep? If you must Weep

Would you sit with me a while
under an old elm and
contemplate

Maybe just speculate I don't mind
the difference

A warm bed to sleep inside
A hand that reaches through the
billowing waves of sheets to hold

Sleep?
Sleep?

If you must
Weep

I am not waiting for the bus I only needed to rest my legs for a moment Please one more second and I'll Be on my Way What is there such a hurry for Regardless of direction, Oblivion is barreling down the freeway, Obviously, oblivious to whoever is in her "way" Are my papers in order? I lack credentials But I am still partial to you My dove, my canary, my flamingo

I am not waiting for the bus
I only needed to rest my legs for a
moment

Please one more second and I'll
Be on my
Way
What is there such a hurry for
Regardless of direction,
Oblivion is barreling down the
freeway,

Obviously, oblivious to whoever is
in her "way"


Are my papers in order?
I lack credentials
But I am still partial to you
My dove, my canary, my flamingo

You look so much more pink and beautiful standing on one leg, But I still wish I could support you in some way Brace Your Own God damn Self, man Take care when you can And if not, leave them alone Most of us are sinking like anchors it's not their fault you've gone and unattached yourself from yourself from yourself from yourself from yourself

You look so much more pink and
beautiful standing on one leg,
But I still wish I could support you
in some way

Brace
Your
Own
God damn
Self, man

Take care when you can
And if not, leave them alone
Most of us are sinking like
anchors it's not their fault you've
gone and unattached yourself
from yourself from yourself from
yourself from yourself

See the stars closing in now Close your eyes, open, and they will be dancing behind you The moon stays put on her lonely perch Looking down ravenously at the I guess Earth Spinning but never dizzy Winning but never satisfied Grinning but so fucking disappointed in me too, night

See the stars closing in now
Close your eyes, open, and they
will be dancing behind you

The moon stays put on her lonely
perch

Looking down ravenously at the

I guess

Earth

Spinning but never dizzy
Winning but never satisfied
Grinning but so fucking
disappointed in me too, night

WHY ARE YOU SMILING? I'm sorry I don't find anything funny anymore The tranquility was so simple until (god) slammed the dark blue door The red white and yellow American flag flies like a wandering vulture Once all the dead have been devoured, she nests, fat belly bending the branches of the tired willow Weeble wobble wallow

WHY ARE YOU SMILING?
I'm sorry
I don't find anything funny
anymore

The tranquility was so simple until
(god) slammed the dark blue
door


The red white and yellow
American flag flies like a
wandering vulture

Once all the dead have been
devoured, she nests, fat belly
bending the branches of the tired
willow

Weeble wobble wallow

Is it alright if I just hate you I can pretend it's not personal, I could bury it in my journal When i come unglued I only want to know if there's some choice I selected the INCORRECT answer A B C D E Fuck

Is it alright if I just hate you
I can pretend it's not personal,
I could bury it in my journal
When i come unglued I only want
to know if there's some choice I
selected the INCORRECT answer

A
B
C
D
E
Fuck

My sole worry is that souls can't heal Tails or heads or is what is in my head real cause it changes less than physicallities I'm alive but only on a technicality And I just missed the bus


My sole worry is that souls can't
heal

Tails or heads or is what is in my
head real cause it changes less
than physicallities

I'm alive but only on a technicality

And I just missed the bus

Written by Corey Kilgannon

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