it's a bone dry west
for a cool east summer
i'm steeple chasing baby
from a derby to a dungeon

orange cones on the left
bright beams on a Hummer
i'm flicking off the bird
from nevada to wyoming

get this load off my chest
it burns April like a stoner
i'm a bayou baby
from the streets of magnolia

Our love is like a river
Water flowing out our eyes
These twists and turns that tangle
A never ending surprise

Our love exists in battles
Will we ever win the war
When I take two steps backwards
You take four steps towards the door

Our hate is like an orchard
In desperate need of rain
The withering fruit you dangle
Weighing heavy on my vine


Fast times, pretty things are sowing
the green grass is growing and
illusions are pulling us apart

i breathe in pain
and exhale art
i smoke freedom
to handcuff dark

brush stroke feelings
flit my escape
i shift notion
like fire flies

yellow shades blue
our canvas dies
i am in lieu
do not revive