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
You're my pal, I'm your friend, together we can patch
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
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