At Lennie's

god loves you
 and i hate that
 i'm wishing spend tomorrow
 don't mention why
 don't feed that clock
 i own the words,
 you only borrow
 god shoved you and
 your mission's right
 whatever, stone or faded plastic
 ...and we're aimless and not chosen,
 and we're laughing
 don't ever tell
 don't bring that up
 i've got to find a way to lose it
 are you going to be seen again?
 good time to be broke
 good time to be lean
 got time to be crude
 got time to be the cream
 i sit on the floor buzzed
 i slipped through the sofas
 here come the starts
 don't let me peak out
 everyone's leaked out
 leave me your name
 i head for the bathroom
 everything's green/blue
 sit on the drain
 assume all the way gone
 head on the fake lawn
 dripping till dry
 ...i come down back at lennie's