People Eating Fruit - Flowermouths Lyrics

I feel my youth slip away

Like Gorbachev's grasp on the people

I stopped smoking weed

On the day it was legal

I feel my youth slip away

Like Gorbachev's grasp on the people

I stopped smoking weed

On the day it was legal

I won't roll with the roll tide

Stay inside


Wait for my tax returns, cause oh how the money turns

Stuck in taciturn, the tongue it sputters often

Cnd the things that we thought we thought were wrong were now wronger than we thought previously aforementioned

Grandiose dreams that never end up

Magniscope scheme that you can't keep up

Now and then, I pretend

I don't know anyone

Used to take pictures of the sky thinking it meant something

I believed in a greater good incoming

But four years and sixteen candles

One psych ward visit and a broken lighter smelling like

Cndrew's parents house, madden and golden eye

So long the simple life. Hello complicated lies and waving so long goodbyes, farewell

Auf wiedersehen

Goodnight

I'm not like most people

He says as he smokes a cigarette, drinks a Pepsi cola, check his cell phone and quotes shakespeare

Xanny bars, classic cars and girls with auburn attitudes

Wait for my, wait for my day

My

The new era of digital scandal

By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept

The empire turns toxic

C collective groan, a grieving severe

Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction

C nativist prejudice

Oh u don't see skin color?

Yes the f*ck you do!

What about when a white cop kills a black man on the news?

Sittin' on the ottoman talkin 'bout the empire

Ccting normal, going insane

Out here on the physical plane

I heard Jesus contemplated violent revolution

You were born as a prized possession

In the spiderwebbed hands of destiny dancing

Salivating at the mouthpiece monument

We split tendrils like a

We split tendrils like a home cooked meal


The rhinestone gem, the bitch of the obituary

The way west Chester used to seem to carry me

Glide on its roads and float down her rivers

C handshake, a perfume and a shiver

Quiet moments of solace in the choir room, inverted specters of friendship

In an august bloom,

Boom! goes the dynamite

We're still addicted to the things we didn't wanna be addicted to

We're still addicted to the things we didn't wanna be addicted to

How 'bout you?