we'll correct collegiate mistakes. a shower of formal ideals. completely soused. the hearts on our sleeves, as they drowned we could hear them screaming, "oh, what a tragic way to see our final days." I attempt to talk up the town: "the answers are in the arches of the 20th century towers and in comfortable cars in motion." and yet it still remains, this incessent refrain: "you're just like the rest. you restlessness makes you lazy." keeping busy is just wasting time and i've wasted what little he gave me. (all around) i know the conscious choice was crystal clear, to clear the slate of former years: when i sang softly in your ear and tied these arms around you.

you'll be given love you'll be taken care of you'll be given love you have to trust it maybe not from the sources you've poured yours into maybe not from the directions you are staring at twist your head around it's all around you all is full of love all around you all is full of love you just ain't receiving all is full of love your phone is off the hook all is full of love your doors are all shut all is full of love

time for the final bout. rows of deserted houses: all our stable mates are highway bound. give us our measly sum: getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly. we're starting out with nothing but crippling doubt. we'll rest easy (justified). i've suffered a swift defeat, i'll endure countless repeats. the gift of memory is an awful curse. with age it just gets much worse, but i won't mind.