this is my couch.

...i. have. no. idea...

you can't leave a five and catch a ride

pistols pointed to the sky - where we're all from

the palm of the solar system and switched

our dreams piled up in an amp that speaks

only in heavy bass and treble

where can you leave a wallet - on the desk.

in outer space. on the fridge or on vacation.

heaven won't wait so i'll take a nap instead.