DESCRIPTION:
Walking up and down Spain road,
looking up and down the barrel of the street
that good middle school mess
the last happiness
the mental-societal disconnect
the wonderful stuff I call me
I am knee-deep in the monster
beyond simple pleasure

It doesn't reflect on you as much
as it does reflect on me
Pins about comedy
Pins about Woody

driving down that unmapped expanse,
the Jesse Frederick intro orchestral
some Ken DeLozier mess
well, do you?
I am nostalgic for the kept time
and wistful for the real life
Can't imagine that one friend
singing these fractured lines

I am in this beautiful, chaotic mess
underneath the shit I've done
my songs of promiscuity
are songs of a total creep
can't help but reflect to 2003 (god I screwed up that line in the run-though)
that's when Homsar seemed to be
the attainable dream, the attainable dream
rather, it's Helmut Doork in the chambers

I'm partially at fault for what I did
no, I'm all at fault for these things
my transgressions are like their gerrys
dead in the vast expanse of Tarkovsky


I tried to make a happy song. Guess where it took me.