i was found just motionless arranged from parts i've 
often missed. i re-invest my stock in spirit, how it 
proves that i exist. all the west was won in hours, how 
can i compare to that? your heart is gold but some are 
callous, i decide what's right for me. i will revel in 
my home town, watch your fingers as they float, grow a 
garden for my best friends, keep the kittens safe but 
not too close. oh, i was raised on kansas farmland. all 
my cousins had two horses. knowing how much you admired 
all their beauty and their splendor, i requested one so 
you could have one of your own and though, technically, 
we both know you can own nothing at all in this life, 
there were some legalities involving all the sketchy 
shit that we pulled - but i was feeling way too good to 
really give a fuck at all. don't you know, you can take 
it all. they say that piece of mind can go a long way, 
but there's something comforting about keeping it a 
cluttered mess, but when the mess is cleared there will 
be a line, and it will stretch for miles. it's the 
renaissance, it's the crying kids who only wanted 
attention from their mothers, but they masked it with 
requests for candy and a pretty necklace that they 
found while waiting in line. the mothers all look down 
and say, "you know i love you, honey, but this is just 
a waste." now i'm a connoiseur of all the dirt and 
shame, that i can stand to taste. all the older folks 
defend the times to feeling quite miserably. and all 
the younger kids demand the scene is returned to them 
presently. and what determines i and i, the working 
bones, a health decline. now i can't hold what's in my 
hands. i just want to get so stoned and follow you to 
bed. you are pretty in this kind of stolen way. i am 
all tied up in a parlor game. and it goes like this, it 
floats like this, it sinks like this, it dies like 
this. i wither aloud in my amarnthine maze. it's lasted 
me this long, it won't dare to go away. where all my 
colors, they run deep and intersect into shapes of 
items we once found in alleys where we thought we'd go 
insane. but i was happy with my progress. all my 
friends were standing there. and i remember back in 
kansas, a pretty girl i knew quite well, you see. will 
you remember me?
and i get money if you get money and i take the money 
and run, take the money and run, get money if you take 
the money and run, take the money and run. and i get 
tired when you get tired, but i can't take it if you 
won't take it, and i feel safer when you feel safer, i 
know it's timing and i don't have it. but i get broken 
in two, with you in time, get safer in lungs or rather 
stomach songs, get money and too, too tired to speak, 
let's lay on the floor, let's shut off the phone. i got 
crazy when you got better, you left unchanging and i 
start stopping to speak i do it not well i serbian 
winds i run in the air i never come back.