I'm Back Sleeping, Or Fucking, Or Something

I'm back, Formosa
 Your gardens and bridges green with shit came running
 Your gardens and bridges, green as shit
 I'll remember you?
 Well, all things considered, I do!
 I dreamt about that house last night
 You know the black lady told me not to make her sons jealous
 I didn't have any of the guns and fucking firetrucks!
 Sitting in the back of her car, it was raining that night
 I had sat in the back and then, fuckin', it was like I was melting or something (this isn't even real, I'm done talking)
 I couldn't even talk
 I couldn't even make it out, y'know
 What do I have?
 I wonder if you remember me
 I had long blonde hair, and a stormy smile
 In fact, I remember a photograph of me and you sitting on a bench with my sister
 She was there too
 I'm back, Sheridan
 Yellow, red, white and blue firemen came running
 God, what went on?
 What went on in those cells?
 I can remember exact floorboards that would come up
 My sister told me that in front of the mirror
 We flirted a lot in there, sitting on the toilet
 And I could see the rats running around
 When we tried to climb the walls and fucking fell out of the window
 I still think about that
 I remember you Sheridan, I remember
 And yellow, red, white and blue firemen
 They came running
 I was still all fucked up
 I would, I would, ah
 I can tell you what went on and you interject
 I can tell you what went on
 I can tell you
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 I can tell you, Sheridan
 You were visiting a house that's been sealed for a thousand years!
 Little crayon scribbles, white chalk on a string
 You're fucking there, with your plaid and your favorite things
 Ah, you suck, but now you're away (probably sleeping)
 I'm back Sheridan, your yellow, red, white and blue firemen came running
 But now you're away
 Sleeping, or fucking, or something, away