TRIPPER'S ADVOCATE

 

It's so crowded in this stillness as it comes around
I'm half wake but I'm rushing to fit within
This precioushood of slowing down to nothing
It's a cruise on the tabletop that never moves
And with you her beside me
It's like nothing to prove
As cool as we want to

I fell off of the back of the cart
I broke my watch and stopped my heart
All I wanted:
A little piece of time

Breathe if you dare, move if you must
I'll just gop on drawing crazy patterns in the dust
Tell me another time about the way
Your mother would stare into space for an hour
What was she thinking? I think that I'm thinking it, too

Too much in too little time
Just enough left to pay the check and catch a ride home
Before Orion lifts his shaky arm in the west
Right over your house
But from your house, I guess, he's rising over mine