Trash day
Trash day oh how I miss LSD
Well, Is there a prepare to purpose
Safe in the arms of my mom
Scripted in the arms of a lady who lives fore the day
Life tolerates at best bets on the day
The most of thought described as an hour long mystery
Swallowed by dimensions of belief
no one ever believes out of sanity retention
On our best day we didn't tell one soul
On our best day we didn't say
What I couldn't say
The things you can not say
Be my girlfriend on the drop of a hat
Criticism flat lined buried deep
Down to the eutrophic bottom
What if everyone had the same thought at the same time
Could we move our galaxy to a different place
Life's got to be healthy hard but pezzy easy
You can tell
we is going berserk
All alone on the beach in a mid winter's dream
Copyright © Greg Slode Smith | Year Posted 2023
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