Five Hours of June.
Queasy eyes on a golden afternoon. Life by the bite of a psychadelic shroom. Well graze like cattle in the sun. Let me be your mineral source of fun. Watched your tear fall at a sideways glance. What pleases you pleases me, that’s my romance. I’ve got my pink lemonade jam. She’s plenty sweet, packaged in a can. I’ll let her stain my brand new shirt. On any daydespite the pending hurt. This scenes a gloom of colors. The grounds a waterbed. The seas a moving mirror. Don’t let it get to your head. Now the rugs are wearing off. But our lock is made of steel. I see little tearing it off, but the distance that escapes my reel. I caught you fishing at a pond. Just like you, warm and calm. Now hold me close the wind is cool. Just like the world, naturally cruel. You told me of your bed ridden past. And how the years have gone so fast. I guess its true what parents say. So, along with your love, ill cherish the day.