Fool's Garden
Nothing you do can hide my high
Don't describe me luck
As we're locked into a circuit of change
And bad time, safe in each other's lies
You seek desecration, on your mother's dime
Apollonia dies
Suitcases handed to a flame of unearthly white
I can feel it in springtime
You fly downwind
As your stomach spits out tiny sins
Onto kickdrums
I forgot I had one
You put on that sweater
Here comes Jack with Diane
You keep hitting the brakes
Jack says hold on, Diane says so long to the United States
It was almost like a hurricane
Autor(es): Andrew Siegel