Holes in a Mason Jar

Spent the weekend chasing lightning

It's too fast

Can't catch a fucking break

Mason jar losing brightness

Inside fireflies gasp for air

Gotta get some air

Yeah, I gotta get some air

Spent the weekdays chasing lightning

Wait for a new storm to pass on through

I used to get my ideas from a can on a string

Now I'm just hearing things

I spent the evening shooting big stars

Land in the man-made reservoir

Gotta get em out of here

It's too late

They're wasted in chlorine

I used to steal my ideas from the birds in a tree

Now I'm just repeating things

Poke some holes in the plastic lid with a Pall Mall light cigarette

They're still alive, but dimly lit

You are what you leave behind

Harvest quick