Originally written in the summer of 92. This version recorded in 2008.
lyrics
Skin says cancel those hands around my neck
Cancel the hot charge of sweat rippling off you
I’m just here a little there a little
I’m just here a little there a little
Till that kingdom rolls on out
Like a hide-a-bed for rainbows and fruit loop kids
A ten-cent dye job turned his hair into snakes
And his eyes to popsicle bombs
Thrown off the roof on the fourth of July
Correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t recall
A moment when you were given a key
In a glass of something sweet
Do you
Take away the grip that’s eating the air and burning the grass
And bleeding from the lip
Correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t recall
A moment when you were given a key
In a glass of something sweet
Do you
I’m just here a little there a little
I’m just here a little there a little
I fall asleep
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