I took the 405 and drove a stake down into
I'll take the best of your bad moods and dress
Synapse to synapse; the possibility's thin. I'm dressed up for
This won't be the last you'll hear from me: it's
You'll discover that casual friends kept notes in their pockets
You've been forewarned of the shake, shakedown.
Opinions stamped on
Last night I dreamt that I was you.
I was dressed
Just admit that you're wrong and I'll give back what
What ghosts exist behind these attic walls? There's got to
Photographs of the best time you had,
windows smugded by
We spread out and occupy the cracks in the
urban streets.
Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched
Every town has a diner
Where I'll meet you and