My head it shakes my body moves
in dead awake we go on a ride
we never tried to expose the rotten side
of anything we did out in the night
aw but then every once a moon we'd try to move
and everything was stuck like glue
and I tried to tie the ropes to hold in place
but the ride bumped and they ever came undone
oh it stung, release
from gold chains to rotten rope running in place
then you come to the light
and the parties call leaving breadcrumbs
it's a long walk to that cool scene tonight
and the ride takes any sad son
any ruined lost soul
out of ally lanes and gay-dreams
busy parking lots are wobbling side to side
and the bossy dudes bringing bad news
on a drunk-romp hitting dizzy playthings
no
riding solo again
I contemplate and my hope just goes
bubbling in my tea in white clothes
and they're dancing side by side by my window
to wave bye bye then walk home
when the scattered leaves bring my ride
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