They say that peace 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 connoisseur of all the dirt and shame,
that I can stand to taste.
Scrape the bottom of your brain Pack it in and take a breath and fuck the pain again Pass the past into the trash And let the future get the greens and let the good times last again
Wait for me to fill this up and watch you slide Wait for me to fill this up and watch you slip into the grip of the grim reefer Just let him slip into a new reverb He won’t let you leave without his herb Because he loves you and he doesnt wanna see you hurt
He’s watching you He’s watching you slide He’s watching you He’s watching you slide