After all the afternoons of Adderall and acid and 'shrooms
We have to go, you have a snooze
I take the wheel, you can assume
That Ill at least tell half the truth
Perhaps the beast is After you
I know I still have to prove
That there is nothing left to lose

You only took half a pill
Up to your knees in daffodils
Amazing Grace how seen the sound
Till real life comes and beats you down.

There are a gross amount of ghosts in town
Just goes to show that most around
These parts arn't to concerned about
Your words, (that's how you learned to shout.)


Cast iron pans and Ferns abound
While we went walking circles round
A lake, until we turned around.
Drove south to sing the serpents sound