Atomictumor

We had a good time
Partyin at the deli
We closed the place down

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Wastin sunny days
Laying on couch together
So old and so new

She puts up with lots
I run either hot or cold
Stuck in past/future

Now gets avoided
Cuz thats how I used to roll
Survival mode, yah?

My moods change like tides
That don’t have a handy chart
Confusing sailors

And sailors get pissed
Those bastards will get piss drunk
Beat you half to death

Vicious folk, sailors
Least thats what I understand
Don’t know none, myself

On pretty Sunday
Kids gone, her locked in my arms
The new feels so good

On ugly Monday
I run round ragged and stressed
I don’t feel the new

I get down, people
I don’t let anyone in
When they do belong

Grant me strength, spirit
Please don’t let me run aground
When I’m so happy