03-15-2013, 09:10 AM
I watch, bemused, as sun ingests good sense
And textured layers, flack like old worn paint.
A dry landscape,
warm to the touch; god that’s gotta hurt.
On the surface I see me, reflected back in lose shapes,
Drink, smoke, and a face like, “for god sake”
Fuck me man, this has gotta be dumb
I’ve gotta say it: put some factor 50 on son.
And textured layers, flack like old worn paint.
A dry landscape,
warm to the touch; god that’s gotta hurt.
On the surface I see me, reflected back in lose shapes,
Drink, smoke, and a face like, “for god sake”
Fuck me man, this has gotta be dumb
I’ve gotta say it: put some factor 50 on son.