god loves you
and i hate that
i’m wishing spend tomorrow
don’t mention why
don’t feed that clock
i own the words,
you only borrow
god shoved you and
your mission’s right
whatever, stone or faded plastic
…and we’re aimless and not chosen,
and we’re laughing
don’t ever tell
don’t bring that up
i’ve got to find a way to lose it
are you going to be seen again?
good time to be broke
good time to be lean
got time to be crude
got time to be the cream
i sit on the floor buzzed
i slipped through the sofas
here come the starts
don’t let me peak out
everyone’s leaked out
leave me your name
i head for the bathroom
everything’s green/blue
sit on the drain
assume all the way gone
head on the fake lawn
dripping till dry
…i come down back at lennie’s