On some mentioning of thoughts and of mid-twenties tangent plots

Those sad feathery talks that float on all that

Tattered teenage applause clapped out further with no pause 

On collegiate palms of course their hands so soft



Ancient postures of awe for low level modern shocks

Now happening a lot like like any synaptic

Cavalry's typical barrage on your tired soul

You cannot shrug it off, just start your inconsequential white withdrawal it's



Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time

Haven't felt this way in a long time

Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time

Haven't felt this way in a long time



Cautious sticks stuck in fictitious craws capsized on your chatty shores

Half dead, half seem worse yet you still keep talking

In between coughing fits and soon to be Heimliched bits

Of ideas which you could not yet digest



Put that rag to your face, lay down that's a better pace

go back to cliches like "I should kill myself" or "I should lose some weight"

I'm sure either way you'd feel just the very same

Quiet now someone's coming



Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time

Haven't felt this way in a long time

Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time

Haven't felt this way in a long time

Bad news for you

Haven't felt this way in a long time

Haven't felt this way in a long time