a lot of salt down in the sweet spots another line drawn underneath one too many trips to the downtown mirage is like a visit from a faceful of teeth and i set out in the evening just following my feet but they blister and they break right before the mighty mountain range that stood up like the guardians of eden and i sat down in the courtyard i brought the poison for my pain in this dusty inch of progress i ll wait until the feeble and foolhardy come of age and i dream you in the nighttime all those visits to your bed by the lukewarm disappointment i m too young to be avenged come and push me on the rope swing x2 like back when we were friends when there was nothing underneath me i had the whole sky overhead