getting back to reality

on my feet, of this world; pining for the here and now.

doesn't your best friend have an opposite personality?

i don't want to hear it

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bread & water

Drove through California, found my home
I kissed the best looking woman I have ever known.
It was a quiet revolution in my head;
I fell for eight or fifteen girls, cause I had water but they had bread.

But no one loves me just like you.

Spent three nights on a beach and stole some rum
I was difficult and rude, but I sure as hell was fun.
But I know myself when I hit bottom, I laid there for a year
Lost my head and lost my other, got it back but shit was weird.

Still no one loved me just like you.

I got my bread & water.
I got my bread & water.
Thank God for bread & water.

i know a lot of crazy girls

i've met a lot of good looking women
i gave them all the time of day
i'd say a handful are my good friends
(but i know a few who want me dead)

one of them told me she was sober
but all of them really liked my mom
but my mom was smart & my mom, she told me
"son, you know a lot of crazy girls."

hard at work

coney island of the mind

Oh it was a spring

for a friend

i've been thinking about a friend
hoping you're alright
it's not your job that makes us friends
more than it's the girls that made us guys

remember when we found out together
that's it's not all about being right.
and remember when we held it together
on our two feet in the middle of the night.

i've been talking to myself
hoping that's alright
cause it's not plans that make us change
it's probably something existential in our minds

because it's never been about all the women
who shook our hands as friends and gave us wives
i think feuerbach would probably say about us
experience and progress saved our lives!

easy does it.

complicated

growing up but staying young (sleeping in and having fun)
making plans to stay in love, but moving around just because

waking up to better days. spending the summer in a haze.
making noise for you-know-who, thinking about my baby loux.

it's getting a little complicated
and maybe i was never alone
all i know is it's getting a little complicated
you gotta hang loose, hang loose
cause maybe we're home