Fought your case, hit the base now rage till you lose your face!
I'm space, you're space, we're all lost to the last drop and there is no reason for the pinball tournament to stop
We'll keep the cogs turnin till the babies stop shaking
I'm outside trying to rattle sheep while hurds are swarming in from sleep
My brothers coping with a lost coin toss and cigarette burns between his toes
All the mean while no one noticed some cats crept in and stole all our gold
I'll fold to hold it
Forgetting every milasecond I kept waisting my ability to forge sworn favors and excellent sense of humor for slackers and loose birds
Floating over broken bones bein stoked makin sure we're lettin the fires burn
Puttin the ashes in a modest recepticle and lay beneath the flowers
Layin in the lye for hours waitin to breakdown the spectacle of lights and superpowers
If I knew the purpose of the game
I probably wouldn't play
If I knew how to make money
I probably wouldn't want it
If knew how to not pop tires
My *** probably stop getting fired
But I'm tired and can't have half a nights rest for every moment is spent trekking on misguided intent with good motives in my head
I help the dead find their place in the middle coaching along singing the song all on the fiddle like that little ****** the riddle you bet your last skittle for a cup of brain sizzle
And I never said this was the best but my arrogance has you suckas restting in heck

She's bugged my brain
When there was butterflies hanging around,
I was told not catch any.
Make it easier when they left, dig?
Well I guess the child I am won't stop touching everything.
As the wind blows the white in hair away from her face,
She can't hold eye contact and well,
I have no reason to feel trapped.
I just...
I guess...
Let me just forget why I came before I get on the train.

"You'll lose your mind out there."
       Warns the pastor, clenching his chest.
If you couldn't change anything,
Would you want to.
       I ponder, to formulate questions that can reasonably make sense wouldn't satisfy my curiosities for what matters to me.
So I'm going to keep on being selfish until you can tell me if you believe in dragons and whether or not you can sing the blues love.

To hold it close
That vorfreude,
To feel cozy
As if you had asylum.
Well, I don't much feel like explaining why
I can't deal with you at this time baby
But you're going to invite me anyway
Because you were waiting,
Observing and controlling
Watching my lips move, carefully,
With some wisdom,
Or perhaps cliche,
Hinting that I might just imagine some way for our bodies to connect...

To find you is to capture lighting
in a jar,
So I'll hold my crucible close by
Lest our paths become parallel
once more.