in the sand i lay
find things that bring pain
in and out, circles around
playing about town
we’re going down
smoke with me, die with me
my hands are at my knees begging please
with the bees, baby
heart’s on freeze
it was saturday night
everything’s alright
your hands, sudden simmer
a glimmer under the sky
i feel alright, this is nice
but i never thought twice
never figured you were bad
that i’d think why, wake and cry
i realize that things can go awry, that people need to get by
but july, everything — now i’m invisible and my emotions
everything is rather typical of you
it’s always pitiful and lyrical
i just hope i won’t always be so miserable