Skies are upside-down but wishable and we came for the food.
I could stay inside that bubble forever and that way I could be cool, cooled and cooled to harden and glow like a crystal in a humid cavern not made of rock but somehow stone. Safely separated from World, two curtains between me and breezes and nudges and all those silly wishy-washes, focused singly on the tea-tree soap, the scalp massage, the cold-to-hot, the hot-to-cold. No scruffy fantasy, no nagging afterthought, no lies I caught you in, caught you in bed with a chili pepper and a Crown Royal sack and what of the inside? No whiskey: magic beans, instead. You thought to grow a beanstalk. You thought to climb like a ladder.
And you thought of riches, and who can deny. My eyelids are glued to my eyeballs. It is an uncomfortable like you can imagine.
"I can imagine a lot."
Hefty rewards for the mercenary among us, and there's a mercenary among us, there's a mercenary inside us all. Like lemons, words like lemons. But what is sweet now turns so sour. Why it's so important to jog-a-log through misty suburb sidewalk sprinklers like out of hell, starving dreadlocked bats fresh from hell, sent right to do the devil's work
sent to do the work, collect the paycheck, butter bread.
Now the eyelid-to-eyeball ratio is.
And you thought of riches, and who can deny. My eyelids are glued to my eyeballs. It is an uncomfortable like you can imagine.
"I can imagine a lot."
Hefty rewards for the mercenary among us, and there's a mercenary among us, there's a mercenary inside us all. Like lemons, words like lemons. But what is sweet now turns so sour. Why it's so important to jog-a-log through misty suburb sidewalk sprinklers like out of hell, starving dreadlocked bats fresh from hell, sent right to do the devil's work
sent to do the work, collect the paycheck, butter bread.
Now the eyelid-to-eyeball ratio is.