necropolis

goddamn, this weed is fanfuckin'tastic

makes me wanna know

the intricacies behind your smile

and i freely admit

that my jar is empty

everything been plucked out, traded, or folded away, yeah

for that rainy day

every day of the week

i swear i never knew i was so weak

and my lost at sea

ain't quite the get away from it all that i thought it would be

usually makes me feel like a first time lover

so where's oasis amidst the drifting?

which shore do you stand on?

no matter which direction you face

maybe i'll rub a dub dub on by

maybe you'll catch me living

L-I-V-I-N

my compass unspun

nothing left but time and nonchalant currents