but grass was made to be walked on, wasn't it
that's all the grass really wants
just to be walked on for once
soon it will be dead
show some respect wont you?
but is that your idea of respect? where i walk?
why do i even attempt to say anything to you
the past aches in my muscles and in my skin
we were the band, the young pioneers
we didn't know what was happening and we thought it was our secret
we discovered our secrets in the music and in the video store
and we were happy
i recall one night lying in the grass under the stars
there were five or six of us there
sometimes we'd stay until the sun rose
and we were alone then, but we were not afraid
and am i the last one alive?
all of them now, smoked out and dead
like burning husks of flesh after a bomb
mutations on a park bench
but above a garage instead
i had the keys to safety but i just wanted friendship
now i am lost again, utterly lost
and we could be friends to this very day
could go out drinking or smoking with the boys
the feelers are done feeling now
and all their dreams have been covered in soot
craft store candies sitting in an old machine
a plastic box of cashews in the sun
global warming is a liberal hoax
and i hate people who walk on the grass
i am so alone.
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