I get by without a squeeze or a mission flyer
I am trying to mind my mind
And to feel like I'm organized
And feeling right
Now if I decided in the mornings to get real high
I can tell that there's nothing like greeting a day
That's breaking fresh from night
I'll give you tolerance if you like life
Not just your solo shot
The many kinds
Step one would be to recognize before the finger pointing
Close your eyes
This may help you to enterprise
Before the finger pointing
Close your eyes
You will get fat if you eat the prize
I am in a tragedy where trust is fucked
And everything is paper walls and Shakespeare words
Styrofoam eyes on hanging birds
I lost my lines
I lost my lines
Before I sleep an hour to try
The moon is polished
And now it shines