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
