ResinTeeth
Bluelighter
1
Welcome home
Country Jesus
It’s good to see you again
The sun sets well to the west
And we’ve missed you
Your speech
Your face
Now let us sit on fine linens
And bask in the sunlight
Whilst fall sets in
2
Gatorade and LSD
The grass in ’94 seemed greener to me
And the asphalt was hot;
These days don’t show their faces often anymore
Perhaps because I’ve grown older
But surely I’ve not yet lost appreciation;
You could keep trying to draw infinity all day
But if you put the markers down
Infinity would draw itself
And we’re all only 300 micrograms away
From putting the markers down
3
It’s the same damn roast beef
Just warmed over
These days I’m not sure if my taste buds are dying
Or if the the roast beef lost it’s flavor
Either way, things aren’t how they were
I guess the roast beef is like a lot of things
They become stale
Like potato chips
Like love
Like a gore-laden horror film
They all lose their flavor
And I’m left unconcious
In a zombified state
Deprived of my senses
Is this really how the story ends?
4
And I have spent many a lone night with you
You’d often have me ramble about the most inane things
Not that either you or I cared
But I suppose it was good therapy
The whole damn shock
The changes
They cannot be undone
But what do we care, we have each other
From time to time you often make my skin itch
It’s an itch that can never be scratched
I often writhe in bed in complete apathy
Because I realize the unsatisfiable itch
Brought me the greatest of satisfaction
What more could I do but continue to itch?
Welcome home
Country Jesus
It’s good to see you again
The sun sets well to the west
And we’ve missed you
Your speech
Your face
Now let us sit on fine linens
And bask in the sunlight
Whilst fall sets in
2
Gatorade and LSD
The grass in ’94 seemed greener to me
And the asphalt was hot;
These days don’t show their faces often anymore
Perhaps because I’ve grown older
But surely I’ve not yet lost appreciation;
You could keep trying to draw infinity all day
But if you put the markers down
Infinity would draw itself
And we’re all only 300 micrograms away
From putting the markers down
3
It’s the same damn roast beef
Just warmed over
These days I’m not sure if my taste buds are dying
Or if the the roast beef lost it’s flavor
Either way, things aren’t how they were
I guess the roast beef is like a lot of things
They become stale
Like potato chips
Like love
Like a gore-laden horror film
They all lose their flavor
And I’m left unconcious
In a zombified state
Deprived of my senses
Is this really how the story ends?
4
And I have spent many a lone night with you
You’d often have me ramble about the most inane things
Not that either you or I cared
But I suppose it was good therapy
The whole damn shock
The changes
They cannot be undone
But what do we care, we have each other
From time to time you often make my skin itch
It’s an itch that can never be scratched
I often writhe in bed in complete apathy
Because I realize the unsatisfiable itch
Brought me the greatest of satisfaction
What more could I do but continue to itch?
