Monday, December 18, 2006

Foot prints on my back bone

You're free to go but forced to leave.
You can't be sure if you're seeing double or just the same thing over and over again.
The cat had your tongue but you've got it back and you're just wasting it.
You're a glass-is-full kind of guy when it's clearly a mug.
You can't be sure if the world doesn't disappear when you're not looking.
The dog had it's day but you got it back and you're just wasting it.

In your dreams you dream about the day you just had.
In your days you daydream about the dream you had the night before.
Well, so what if the world disappeared.
No one was sure it was there in the first place.
You lost that recipe, they closed McArthur Park.
You're back in the land of your family, but they've all moved on.

You checked into a vacant hotel, and they treat you like some kind of royalty.
You're a real blue blooded bald headed asshole.
But they treat you to complimentary icy stares.
The shower doesn't work right but isn't that the point of travel.
The water drains the same way no matter which way you stare at it.
No matter how the cookie crumbles, someone's gonna go hungry.

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