25 Jul 2016

Mayan Yours

Where are the duds?
Where are the wannabes?
Where are the bombs waiting for history?

Send in the clowns
Artillery rounds for free
Selling the psalms
Selling the rosary

Infinity breaks and bake yellow cakes for me
Another collapse
Another sobriety

Mayan yours
Ours Mayan yours
Mayan yours
Ours Mayan yours

I have crossed a million stars
I have crossed a million stars
Waiting on the wonder
Waiting on the wonder

have crossed a million stars
Waiting on the wonder
Waiting on the wonder

Mayan yours
Ours Mayan yours
Mayan yours
Ours Mayan yours

Where are the duds?
Where are the wannabes?
Where are the bombs waiting for history?

Mayan yours
Ours Mayan yours
Mayan yours
Ours Mayan yours

I have crossed a million stars
Waiting on the wonder
Waiting on the wonder

Infinity breaks and bake yellow cakes for me
Mayan yours
Ours Mayan yours
I have crossed a million stars

Another collapse
Another sobriety
Waiting on the wonder
I have crossed a million stars

I DRY GIN

In the morning I dry gin
In the mornings you won’t let me in
And in the mornings I dry out
And forget what we were all about

And no one’s winning for now
Like every one is swimming to drown

And in the middle of the night
When the bottle don’t put up a fight
And in the middle of the room
That’s spinning like a well worn tomb

And sober’s winning for now
But no one’s singing along
Like everyone else drifting alone

And in the morning I dry gin
When I beg the morning to begin

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