Comes a time
When you're drifting
Comes a time when you settle down.
Sometimes, you've seen enough.
You have to close your eyes, to protect something inside.
Wince. Flinch.
Atticus Finch.

You feel like letting go.
Submitting, spread-eagled off of the 86th floor of the Empire State Building, and flying like Neo through Central Park.
I'd do it, if only for the avalanche of UFO reports from stoned hipsters and tourists from Moline, Illinois.

You can wonder. You can review every fork in the road, every branch. It doesn't matter, yet you still wonder. Wonder what weightlessness would feel like.
Wonder if the government has secretly developed a lightsaber.
And, if so, could it really slice a car in half like a Ginzu thru a tomato?
Yes, I wonder these things.

Don't. Just don't.
You can't go back.
There is no rewind button.
No remote, no reverse.
It's high beams and squealing brakes.

Please.
Please intervene. Please help.
Just don't try to make me go to rehab, no, no, no.
Yes, I been black but when I come back...
Didn’t get a lot in class
But I know it don’t come in a shot glass
...
And it’s not just my pride
It’s just til these tears have dried
They tried to make me go to rehab but I said no, no, no

This weekend was awesome. We laid down some sweetness in anticipation of Cinco de Mayo. It was recorded.
Would you like to see it?
Perhaps a ukelele (((yes, i can play it. bitch.)) version of you can't always get what you want?
That would be cool, wouldn't it?
Too bad fer yee.
Also was a twelve-string version of Everybody Hurts, which hurt.

Ooh la la.
You have to close your eyes, to protect something inside.
Wince. Flinch.
Atticus Finch.

You feel like letting go.
Submitting, spread-eagled off of the 86th floor of the Empire State Building, and flying like Neo through Central Park.
I'd do it, if only for the avalanche of UFO reports from stoned hipsters and tourists from Moline, Illinois.

You can wonder. You can review every fork in the road, every branch. It doesn't matter, yet you still wonder. Wonder what weightlessness would feel like.
Wonder if the government has secretly developed a lightsaber.
And, if so, could it really slice a car in half like a Ginzu thru a tomato?
Yes, I wonder these things.

Don't. Just don't.
You can't go back.
There is no rewind button.
No remote, no reverse.
It's high beams and squealing brakes.

Please.
Please intervene. Please help.
Just don't try to make me go to rehab, no, no, no.
Yes, I been black but when I come back...
Didn’t get a lot in class
But I know it don’t come in a shot glass
...
And it’s not just my pride
It’s just til these tears have dried
They tried to make me go to rehab but I said no, no, no

This weekend was awesome. We laid down some sweetness in anticipation of Cinco de Mayo. It was recorded.
Would you like to see it?
Perhaps a ukelele (((yes, i can play it. bitch.)) version of you can't always get what you want?
That would be cool, wouldn't it?
Too bad fer yee.
Also was a twelve-string version of Everybody Hurts, which hurt.

Ooh la la.