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It was Don |
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Delillo, whiskey neat |
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And a blinking midnight clock |
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Speakers on a |
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TV standJust a turntable to watch |
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Only smoke came out our mouths |
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On all those hooded sweatshirt walks |
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We were a stroke of luck |
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We were a gold mine that gutted us |
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And from the sidelines you'd see me run |
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Until I'm out of breath |
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Living the good life, |
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I left for dead |
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The sorrowful |
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MidwestWell |
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I did my best |
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To keep my head |
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It was grass stain jeans and incompletes |
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And a girl from class to touch |
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But you think about yourself too much |
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And you ruin who you love |
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Well all these claims at consciousness |
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My stray dog freedom |
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Let's have a nice clean cut |
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Like a bag we buy and divvy up |
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And from the sidelines |
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I see you run |
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Until you're out of breath |
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And all those white lines that spread us up |
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We hurried to our death |
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Well I lagged behind |
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So you got ahead |
