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