Feel the mode of rushing in
I'm waving not drowning
Sink or
Infatuation gripped again I can make myself so sick with
Driving south on a dust grey afternoon
I just had to
Pelicans are rising in the dusk dawn pukey sea
And
Every time I stop I think of all the things
Your town is full of goblins, crooks and murder
Your mother
Driven so left field ignoring the sun
Coughing up the
I know it's a cliché
When they say we were doomed
Wake up no time to hang around for joy
It's not
This is the season of confession
And I'll listen to all
Am I loaded to the gills
Treading water on the window
You're crippled like a horse
Fall legless down a hill
Is that
Maps to help you lose your way
No shadowless crag could
I have walked here maybe on this road
A bed
It's not over even though it's finally through
Drank the cup
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