The bright lime green walls
watched me sit in silence.
And everything that had happened
faded into nothing.
Four a.m.-concrete bed.
Rented car-thoughts in flames.
I didn't know what I was even doing there.
Afternoon. Market daze.
Crowded night. Glowing streets.
Around me everything was buzzing.
All alone/Sushi train-
I wandered through the streets again.
Lime green walls. Sake dreams. In and out of
restless sleep-
It was a Long day/k**ing time/long day...
So I waited for the morning-
for birds and cars to come alive.
Slightly sick at sunrise, coughing hard,
I went for a drive.
The sun warmed my skin and cleared out my
congested head.
I found myself alone in the museum.
And I felt some way I'd never felt.
And I wanted to share it with someone else.
Poorly lit payphone booth.
Friendly voice. Shredded throat.
Lime green walls laugh again.
Thoughts erupting from my head-
Last day, salty mouth-
Ocean breathes against my skin.
Chinatown. k**ing time.
maybe someday this will all make sense.
Why the lime green walls just laugh again.
Long day. k**ing time. Long day. But I'm still alive.