Continent

Dumb and numb, from young and wired, all I do is wait,

pushy and hungry for more,

Curtis do you know what our

lives are for now? That it's

been three weeks and no one

talks about you anymore, all

I do is wait, we are a sea of

fragility and so ready to

surf the sink, till the

sponges are flooded and we're

all forced underneath, all I

do is wait. I'm so good at

condescending, its so good

for my week ego, can't get past what comes naturally to

me it comes natural to use,

there's a fairness in the

city, there's a new smell in

the air, satisfaction

promised but the sentiment

ends there, All the Capricorn

reactions, in the river up to

my knees, hundred little baby

fishes, with baby bottle mouths to feed, and crooners

crawl themselves like whores across the bar room folds, my

mother used to hold me, I

hold her now that she's old,

after all it's just a notion,

nothing really in the end,

till a good one leaves the

continent you just can't

write words to send, I guess

everything's just perfect,

it's all true what you've

been told, run and tell your

good friends that you, you

just got sold!