Soft on crime and chronically unemployable

with mediocre marks in school that never seemed to take you very far

half felt, heart felt friendships that never seemed to materialize the second you turned your eyes from them.

Your construction is exclusively built on cliffs and overhangs and nothing that was easy to climb for me;

all the way down before you took that fall in '83 and moved to the bottom of a hole in the bottom of the sea

and on your way down, you gave me a one fisted salute for keeps.

I've got frostbite and I've got sunstroke

I've been walking in this desert for 40 days and 40 nights

Just like Jesus.

Twinkle, twinkle, the butterscotch ripple tingles down my spine.