Shit I do out of boredom.

Tears I cry out of spite.

The ins, the outs, the fears, the doubts,

the will not versus the might.

Whatever you're into

we can play it by ear

you're thinking a lifetime

I'm thinking a year.

Don't know what you're used to

but you won't find it here.

I'm the fellow your friends

all told you to fear.

Shoreline East

Up in Heaven

it's Autum now.

The Fall is all

that Heaven allows.

A wind breaker's all you need,

a cotton shirt with a full length sleeve.

And if you're into streetlights

powered by gas and the lushest lawns

of the greenest grass, a scarecrow who moves up and down

a town square in the squarest town,

where every smile is a broken frown