Over It

Lift off Valentine

False sense, Loser mind

Sore throat, pass me a grenade

Slow down, count the lines

Soda fountain, fire fly

Popping all around

While you bake

Save it with the tropical forest of band aid

Hopping on the wagon while we drag a dying horse around

Down my old town people talk in circles

Out here in angles oblong

Are you over it?

Are over those

Butchers with the golden guns

All I know there are lessons to behold

In the back of every ambulance

Fox hole peep a man

Live from a garbage can

Streamed from the

Trash heap of a day

Water and wine harder to find

Palm trees from the other side

Bottomed out, shoveled by rakes

Are you over it now?

Bury the salt in the soil

Bad news for the garden

Are you over it now?

Sawmill shred dust for proof

Gone without a warning

Are you over it now?

Go to bed, feather

Your head will be there

By your side

Don't ya see it

Don't ya, don't ya?