Polished my shoes I bought a brand new hat. Moved to a town that time forgot. Where I don't have to shave or be approachable. No I can do just what I want.
It don't take much imagination. To see the picture frame. I don't need a concentration. To know when I'm in pain. When I lost myself I lost you by extension.
It's lonely at the top of the upside mountain. Watch the sunrise from a windowless room. If the Paramedics stall the soul goes on. Without them in a wicker basket tied to a balloon.
Kick you know you're still a kid. And your diets too full of additives. Passed out on a couch with ashes in your mouth. Dreaming that you're hopping a fence.
He came with his friends, in a caravan. To witness the governor's ball. Sat by himself on a cool patch of grass. While the rest stood like bricks in a wall.
He didn't give you that nickname. But you smile when he calls you the Enola Gay. Turns the lights down low for your migraines. And fetches what you've strewn.
It ain't perfect nothing is. There's still room to grow. Feeling different staying in. Made a little home. So when I sit back in my chair. As the evening waits.
Say that you were stranded on a desert island. What books you gonna bring what friends would tag along. Say you had a month and you knew you were dying.
He's my friend but he's no friend to me. Ask him why, he'll tell you casually. Washed up, bitter, broken, busted. Backstabbed everyone he trusted. Says he sees what no one else can see.
What would it take to gain acceptance. To the grounds behind your eyes. You know I'm open to suggestion. The one you made we never tried. . Let it slip right out from under.