(A season sweeter than any year before it.)
I lost it.
I wish I could find
My iLok.
It costs so much to replace.
Why'd I lose it?
Man, I could just die.
Where's my iLok?
It costs so much to replace.
And I lost it.
Why am I surprised?
It's my fault
For being so careless with things.
Why do I do this?
I wish I could just find
My iLok.
It costs so much to replace.
And I lost it.
Now I cannot write
A song.
(Sweet Strawberries,
Like neon groundhogs
Peaking out of the greener grass
On the left side of my brain,
They taste like lost souls
Sun-dried after a great flood.)