Oh Dear Brother. Trouble Weighs a Ton
The lush rich soil of SF night life that I have danced and kicked the dust up on is now shown to be social quicksand. Caught in a whirlpool of many faces who have shared many nights with each other leaves me feeling restrained and tense. I don't want to fall down to the murky depths of many others. Their brains and heart and soul left to fend for themselves while the sun doesn't come out today. These concrete hills symbolic of your own heights for which to scale to secure your happiness. Time for myself only exists within my own head.
Taking charge I clean and make rules for which to secure this mansion. The choices I have made to settle my belongings and head constantly wake me up to new battle plans. Directions don't exist in a place that is unreal. This is all silly banter and thoughts when I look at the man staring back at me in the mirror. My shoulders stand inches above them all. I have already done this experience in my own time. This pick up game of young eyes and tails between their legs is futile but what else do we have right now? The world is slowly crumbling down. Reports of my own life are coming in a minute behind. Arrows of guidance and trailmarks lead me in no direction. February proves once again to be full of static.
Is she going to pick me up and be soup for my soul? I knew from the very beginning of the capability she possessed within. The other boys I'm sure only caught on the sunshine of her face. I have already given up the Marlboro Man in a gesture of devotion. Clear my clouds little one and maybe I'll stay in this land a little longer.
The sidewalk of my own personal path seem crowded. I step to the side and let others pass while I try to make it to the next light. Go on green wait on red. I wake earlier than I have in years waiting for my green light.
Make this moment my own. The beats are crunchy and here comes the break down. The raindrops keep me from looking to the sky. Orion while shine bright soon enough. We'll make it out someway somehow. The Last Ones Smoking. STFU San Francisco.
Taking charge I clean and make rules for which to secure this mansion. The choices I have made to settle my belongings and head constantly wake me up to new battle plans. Directions don't exist in a place that is unreal. This is all silly banter and thoughts when I look at the man staring back at me in the mirror. My shoulders stand inches above them all. I have already done this experience in my own time. This pick up game of young eyes and tails between their legs is futile but what else do we have right now? The world is slowly crumbling down. Reports of my own life are coming in a minute behind. Arrows of guidance and trailmarks lead me in no direction. February proves once again to be full of static.
Is she going to pick me up and be soup for my soul? I knew from the very beginning of the capability she possessed within. The other boys I'm sure only caught on the sunshine of her face. I have already given up the Marlboro Man in a gesture of devotion. Clear my clouds little one and maybe I'll stay in this land a little longer.
The sidewalk of my own personal path seem crowded. I step to the side and let others pass while I try to make it to the next light. Go on green wait on red. I wake earlier than I have in years waiting for my green light.
Make this moment my own. The beats are crunchy and here comes the break down. The raindrops keep me from looking to the sky. Orion while shine bright soon enough. We'll make it out someway somehow. The Last Ones Smoking. STFU San Francisco.