14.


And I’m nervous, I remember, as the dirt piles up


It’s not even in the key of dreadlocks


Strange psychic leapfrog, and I’m back to triceratops


I put it in my gas tank, go to see you


Rushing upFull circle to the watchtower


You’re bobbing for apples in a pool of shocking


Breast strokeEver preening and crashed,


Just like I could see it in the future


And the darkness isn’t happy that our lives are so


Delicious on an infinite loop of Novocain


And swerving, holding hands with honeysuckle


Surrounded by virgins, you stammer O marvel


And just like a riverI’m truly chlorine


Both of us sinking to our knees in a scarecrow