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)
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
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
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
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