Continent

Dumb and numb, from young and wired, all I do is wait,
pushy and hungry for more,
Curtis do you know what our
lives are for now? That it's
been three weeks and no one
talks about you anymore, all
I do is wait, we are a sea of
fragility and so ready to
surf the sink, till the
sponges are flooded and we're
all forced underneath, all I
do is wait. I'm so good at
condescending, its so good
for my week ego, can't get past what comes naturally to
me it comes natural to use,
there's a fairness in the
city, there's a new smell in
the air, satisfaction
promised but the sentiment
ends there, All the Capricorn
reactions, in the river up to
my knees, hundred little baby
fishes, with baby bottle mouths to feed, and crooners

crawl themselves like whores across the bar room folds, my
mother used to hold me, I
hold her now that she's old,
after all it's just a notion,
nothing really in the end,
till a good one leaves the
continent you just can't
write words to send, I guess
everything's just perfect,
it's all true what you've
been told, run and tell your
good friends that you, you
just got sold!