Life, Death And Love From San Francisco

She said love is a hard thing

Somewhere between golfing and gardening

Or parole board pardoning

But she was still down for a hard swing

Flowers she would pick like guitar strings

For a real good whiff

Of how life behind par seems

Until then she a bar-teend

And poor hot lead shots out of carbines

If an inmate ever even think about departing

Before it's time for the theft of a hard thing

Wanna see why a bum had hard dreams

Before he get gunned down, cause some sharp scene

Saw it all on the way to the art scene

Around the time they kicked us out, they had a park cleaned

She ain't living in a car she just rv-ing

Life on ice like the san jose shark team

Hard times, tryna duck em like darkwing

Known for burning clothes and petty car-keying

And other less harmful skylarking

Bought a bag out of american rag

A small chinese-made american flag

Took a dollar bill then split it in half

The picture that she bought wouldn't fit in the cab

On a train trying her best not to live in the past

A bum probably asked could he spit in her ass

And that was it, fits, tantrums random

Helter-skelter, a world gone manson

And i'll spare you the details

Dinner is ceviche out of seashells

Annoyed cause her date really can't speak well

But she forced to press on like lee nails

Next table was abhored by the weed smell

She was done at the moment that the tea fell

A thick wool jacket on a cool night

Unimpressed by poems or the moonlight

Doesn't satisfy like a game of pool might

Thinking "what if fantasia had a broom strike? "

Tune right out of that school life

Soon as reality became a camera crew and a boom mic

So what do you do like?

She said "absurd last words from a dude off a zoosk site"

And then left him

Like the roots left geffen

And the state howlin' wolf left chess in

Stop to watch flows have an unpaid session on the steps of a westin

She really need to check in

And to apologize to her best friend

New bras to put her chest in

Love life or deathin...