Would If I Could

Lyrics

I would if I could but I can't so I won't Hold me today The sunset fell on top of, scrape me off these boards Inject me high into the sky and never again say your bored Dye, dye, dye the sky with the color of my gut bile Mixed in tears we cried the ones that left stains on the sundial Hot pink magenta was the edible fluorescent glow Drooping home soaked in sun ink, stumbling clutching sunny company—ugly underneath, tryin' to rub off on somebody (and shed a little muddy light-stunning right A walking talking contradiction) Found freedom in free falling the the ground will Mold my imprint, it was good while it lasted Bad cuz it doesn't I feel like a had it but sold it for drugs And I would be an addict if the basement didn't have such an underlying truth that I believe I needed so bad I read what you wrote before I dove I don't know If I can float my hands won't hold Result is inevitable The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout Out came his brains—dead cells that he felt melt In went the train of polluted chemicals Cho cho---oozing dripping out his mouth Down his soul, up his throat—out into the open What's now exposed has drowned folks Most poke heads out disgusted The smoke is blown into the backsides Now someone left it open The moment that you float in is air polluted, potent (viper) Hyperactive-atomic masses—bouncing off walls hitting the fan With no evidence, fingerprints were not found Isn't this ironic? Erratic static is byproducts of my myopic knowledge, grafts-are stabbed when eye openers, pry on it Lenses stretched a bit, wide and ripped so violent That pilots up high above us, think that the violets Have been dyed with vibrant colors of comfort and High respect but others have not annihilated it I recommend you fry all eight real quick Grow proportional to birth pains of the planet Watch it pulsate Make love to mother nature just to see her molten heart break I love hearing myself think, I like to see you try I can the smell the taste of how I felt the day I thought I was a star-supernova realization Let's shoot down the shooting star and suck whats left of life in it before its light begins to scar-, I'll spit my sorry soul down your apologetic throat, I hope you took your pills That acid reflux might cause you to choke You mine as well—I wish you well I bet you would—but who's to tell? Don't be that could've should've man Who would've if he knew he could but should have When he pulled the scab but didn't all because of you And now your sad, mad, chewin' on what you could have consumed, you're chewing on what you could have consumed