I’ve mastered the art of small talk the bond of wet paper and a friendly gesture giving way to a colder stance a black lung full of feeling remember this he says the machine gives no response I choke on the memories the garbage piles up the machine feeds back he grins lightly and turns away another tree in the forest dies I sleep well beneath my apathy
I'm listening like my father Told me how to And burning like my brother Always…
It's been so long since I've caught this cold And times rolls on, and I…
Don't cry for me No, I've never been one to shoulder the weight of the…
Listen to me now Wanna be's That's all they are and all they'll ever be…
Oh do Lord, oh do Lord Oh do you remember me? Oh do Lord, oh…
Sometimes my mind wanders Away from me I know, I light my dutchie up, puff…