def an all time fav

The absence of God will bring you comfort, baby&planning's for the poor so let's pretend that we're rich&I'm not my body or how I choose to destroy it. Folk singers sing songs for the working, baby. We're just recreation for all those doctors and lawyers. There's no relief for the bleeding heart 'cause they'll be losing bodies tonight&Rob says you love, love, love and then you die. I've watched him while sleeping and seen him crying with closed eyes&you're not happy but you're funny and I'm tripping over my joy but I just keep on getting up again. We could be daytime drunks if we wanted, we'd never get anything done that way baby&we'd still be ruled by our dueling perspectives&I'm not my perspective or the lies I'll tell you every time&Morgan says, maybe love won't let you down. All of your failures are training grounds& just as your back's turned you'll be surprised, she says, as your
solitude subsides&Mike I'll teach you how to swim if you turn the bad in me into good again&I say there's trouble when everything is fine. The need to destroy things creeps up on me every time. Just as love's silhouette appears I close my eyes and disappear tonight&something's got to change 'cause our love's the slowest moving train.