I see the future in the grass
And I can't stop looking for the past, is it
In the closet or the garage or something
Any way,
The elements I left here
Have all decayed
A half-life of some gammafied shit
I split time to get a line from you
And yr script was marked with what we shouldn't do,
Lost the pages to mine,
it happens all time.
The ideas that I counted,
Were all imaginary,
The numbers walked away with my spine.
And I don't care if they come home,
Carry less weight so I can float
What kinda king really needs a throne
When his people are gold, go home go home
SO I chuck chuck chuck chuck chuck it out,
The bad ones yeah and all the doubts
Gotta trust myself, find a time with a light,
Gonna share it all maybe prove Jesus right
A book I read said
It hurts to be around until yr dead
But when you're acting like wreck
It's how you know the machinery's adept
Headlights show me what's inside you,
They're open wide
Piston fires, in yr mind, all the time,
I've always felt so alive
Supercharged engines every night,
But i guess that's alright
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