strawberry lemonade

In a dream drinking strawberry lemonade
Feeding quarters to a pinball game
And getting paid to look the other way
My foam finger slapped me right in the face
I banged my head on the plexiglass
I cant remember where my house is at
And this Moms Against Drunk Driving ad
Keeps playing on a loop in the back of the cab
Oh what a pitiful hill to climb
Every night of my evil fνcking life
The 208 to the end of the line
I swear Im really done this time
I said goodbye to my oldest friend
Who could barely string together sentences then
A hundred dollar bill folded into his hand
Ill see you on the other side of the fence
I need headphones to fall asleep
I close my eyes and I pretend to be
In my little home on Rostery
Step-dad reading Treasure Island to me
Pain is a way you can move through time
And visit people that are gone in your mind
And smooth over every wrinkle you find
This truth cant hurt you if you know its a lie
Ive had this thing that John said to me
Circling in my head the last few weeks:
'We were raised on dreams that keep
Turning our fingers green'
A baby boomers last acid trip
A pushing at the casket lid
Just some jacaranda petals in a basket
Wrapped up in plastic
Everything is an accident
Gods truth is elastic
We sent him into the known and back again
Strapped into a trash can
Theres a consolation prize
In the corner of my mind
Theres a consolation prize
In the corner of my mind:
I will alwaysbe有人friend<比如>