Stare into the Sun
Stare Into the Sun
My jeans are so blue they remind of you
And Iʼm walking with Chippo down the Embarcadero
Theyʼre definitely too tight but I guess itʼs alright
Itʼs what all the girls wearing and the boys now too
My jacketʼs all wrong I just want to belong
And I donʼt have a keen sense of what my involvement is
Look at my lipstick yea Iʼm so artistic
And Iʼm cashinʼ checks as I stare into the sun
Gettinʼ real high sometimes I wanna die
Then I think of the summer when we were together
My skin still smells like the ocean and shell that you gave me have cracked
Guess I just throw them back you see
Iʼve grown somewhat attached to the hooks that you latched in me
Ride me at night like a weak pony prancer
Well Iʼm an amoeba a single cell pleaser
And Iʼm cashinʼ checks as I stare into the sun
My birdie circled head was it something I said
Was it just a mistaken dissimulation
The dream that we lived in got this great apartment
Right next to the deli now it wonʼt write back
I wish you would explain all the things you proclaim
And they ride me at night like a 25 cent machine
Iʼm so smart just look at my art
And Iʼm cashinʼ checks as I stare into the sun
Writer/s: CHRISTINA MARIE COURTIN
