Wasteland

Got this knock-off divination I put it in my tunes I'm on the corner of creation But never follow through I like walking 'round the college The gates are painted green They got redwoods in their gardens But no sobriety These mosquitoes keep on sewing Their bites between my knees But my love is ever-knowing She spits ice into my seams I was talking to the barkeep With her streaks of silver-gray And she smiled and called me "Honey" And she turned my ass away 'Cause I know what I'm seeing The wasteland is just a pit Of my own deceit God I'm too young to feel like this There's a beetle on my screen door With iridescent wings And I'll write him into my score So he'll live eternally Summer's looking pretty slack-jawed I take him by the roots It's the taming of a stray dog And the kindness I mistook 'Cause I know what I'm seeing The wasteland is just a pit Of my own deceit God I'm too young to feel like this 'Cause I know what I'm seeing The wasteland is just a pit Of my own deceit God I'm too young to feel like this To feel like this To feel like this To feel like this To feel like this To feel like this To feel like this To feel like this To feel like this