As the sun disappears in our houses
So I put in a call to my man
in the hope of an evening
Can I come around? certainly
As I sit in his chair, I survey all the posters
That cover up the darkness on his wall
Jimmy Bob, and there's how
Shall we go out for a drink?
Oh no, round here the girls don't respond
If you've got money, I'll come
That makes me laugh and speak out loud
My mom's smoking, never consistent
My mind changes like the weather does
I'm not focused like a casual
As I make an excuse to depart
Resting on the back of my lines of blood
It's a way of trying to think of a wish,
so I finish my excuse and leave
Later on one came to mind,
but I didn't have an eyelash at that time
So instead I said another fervent prayer
My mind changes like the weather goes
I'm sure he was a nice lad really
But events conspired against him
He probably got it right very nearly
And often shouted at something like
My mind's smoky and never consistent
My mind changes like the weather does
My mind changes like the weather does
I'm not focused like you cause I'm blind
You must excuse me if I seem a bit distant
At least I'm not as bad as
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