Strawberry Lemonade

In a dream drinking strawberry lemonade

Feeding quarters to a pinball game

And getting paid to look the other way

My foam finger slapped me right in the face

I banged my head on the plexiglass

I can't remember where my house is at

And this Moms Against Drunk Driving ad

Keeps playing on a loop in the back of the cab

Oh what a pitiful hill to climb

Every night of my evil fνcking life

The 208 to the end of the line

I swear I'm really done this time

I said goodbye to my oldest friend

Who could barely string together sentences then

A hundred dollar bill folded into his hand

I'll see you on the other side of the fence

I need headphones to fall asleep

I close my eyes and I pretend to be

In my little home on Rostery

Step-dad reading Treasure Island to me

Pain is a way you can move through time

And visit people that are gone in your mind

And smooth over every wrinkle you find

This truth can't hurt you if you know it's a lie

I've had this thing that John said to me

Circling in my head the last few weeks:

"We were raised on dreams that keep

Turning our fingers green"

A baby boomer's last acid trip

A pushing at the casket lid

Just some jacaranda petals in a basket

Wrapped up in plastic

Everything is an accident

God's truth is elastic

We sent him into the known and back again

Strapped into a trash can

There's a consolation prize

In the corner of my mind

There's a consolation prize

In the corner of my mind:

I will always be your friend