my god i think i threw up ive got a river filled with darlings who connect to the words in my gut and the poet s hanging out in the back hes doing things that he can never take back its a condition i attract its not us its not us my god did you really give up do you live inside the people the people with all that stuff you got a motorcar crashing the sea you got idols making lists where theyve been i speak about it in dreams its not a holding pattern baby just wait and see are you dreaming what are you dreaming about now do you believe me who are you gonna believe now are you dreaming what are you dreaming about now dont believe me whos going to believe me now dreaming what are you dreaming about now cause i forgot my god i think i threw up i got a river filled with darlings who connect to the words in my gut its not us its not us its not us its not us no its not us