here, i said.
don't even let this go on.
think i've got the message figured
another pilot down.
i'm coming in the graveyard
with my little tune
the tick tock of the clock is painful
all sane and logical
i want to tear it off the wall
taking them into the flames
taking them to the flames
i think sick like gingerale
my stomach turns and i exhale.
i will chase them down again
can't figure what it is
maybe i'll find me a sailor
maybe
together
we'll make mother well.


you would
if i would
but you never would