Skull FU
you keep leaving these leftover lemon peels for me
All I ask is for you to reveal the tree
or even still toss me a few measly seeds
so I could grow my own
It's no question even tho subtle my tone
the bones picked hold only brittle marrow
My vision somewhat stale and narrow
when looking down the road
wincing
cupping my eyes from the blinding sun
sheilding them from what's to come
even if driven by a rusty hope wagon
Seems to good for a self inflicted atlas
so shoulders shrug like something just imagined
Mirages dancing beneath eyelids draggin
Man I'm waiting for that classic
lullaby to soothe the mind
cradled in a rocking fashion
back to when abracadabra could happen
something like a gypsy beauty pageant
carpetbag looseleaf runways
searchin' the tarmac for a different plane
to connect with
cause lately I just feel so plain
gimme super epic
and let it go unexplained
like it was devised lovely in a drunken state
behind the torture wheel I'm turning yesterday
backward on a perpetual roulette
throwin daggers at `em blindly finding fate.. i guess
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