cigarettes and opportunities

static particles

this goes out to all my bum fucks
post grads with all the talent but no luck
working to jobs just so we can keep ducking
them bills, saving up for some cheap thrills
but my moneys in the bank still
so i can spend it on my saturn
and we used to go by the name lantern
friends forever
artists are better
because we stick round
for all that bad weather
and we experience
this experiment
live by the thrift broooil
outdoorsmen niche
no response
just battered only ever underweight
like a disaster
the paint stays splattered
because art is just art
it's not smart like you're bladder
and the worlds fatter then me
afford the super size
with two sides
and you're still blue right?
because happiness never gets too stick
around for the food fight

bitter like a radio transmitter
during dinner
because you were a so so winner
you're the difference between a heavy binder
and a reform sinner
now your off in the distance
picking pockets, sucking odd dick
behind the laundrymat's kids
but back to business
you can't act weak
behind your egotistical innocense
bend the fender
and i'm just trying to keep ripe like bananas
yellow in a blender
smooth too smooth us over
but the dirt was just too rich for our land rover
now just sand over
because i can't do these bars over
at my own apartment
that last place we almost got charged with arson
and i'll never hit the target



bored like a bored
i am too sure
to be investing in ore
yah poor?
what to expect
yeah i'm poor
and no i can't get blown
i need to stay responsible
so i can pay back my student loans
supposed to be a writer
but i walk to what i love
like a hiker
and use my own energy
like a biker
none of us were supposed to end
up like this
and i smoke between the breaks
between both my shifts
because i just want to kick it
fuck sleep
i'm still dreaming about
all my wishes
and trying to come up with my
life's wish list
is implicit
yah gifted
get back to the end of line
where all the grown kids is