The ocean of pebbles
Flooding my devils
And led me inside
Pinestraw as pavement
Like southern comfort vague when
I drive away
But the strength of the tie fades
But it's lack made me stay
Oh I miss it when it's gone
The little imprints lend me their shape
And everything green knows me
Everything red melts to brown
And white is easily stained
White is
But the plastic sticks around
To say
I run I don't work
I don't work I run
I run I don't work
I don't work I run
I run I don't work
I don't work I run
I run I don't work
I don't work I run
A festival
Last week
An open heart
And a plug
And my tongue and cheek
Made friends with a rat
To eat
Oh honey it tasted like
A little saltine
How does that taste
I open the door just to keep
It shut
I don't run I work