under the rocks are snails and we can fills our pockets and let them go one by one all day in a brand new place.

painters:

Piero di Cosimo

Andy Kehoe

"The Celibate Life"

The dust from a four-day affair is now landing 
All over the floor and your brown legs, 
The gold plated legs of my rival, 
Whose eyes have no reason to fall. 

You've led no celibate life, 
No skirt while chemicals danced on your head. 
You stole the keys to this ride, and your fables 
Are falling tonight. 

Because of your struggle to make them 
The taste for your past life is fading. 
Remember the girls in the middle 
Are always the first to fall off. 

You've learned to live like a mouse, 
Searching the cracks in the walls to remember 
All of the dregs of the crowd 
You barely recall. 

You've led no celibate life, 
No skirt while chemicals danced on your head. 
You stole the keys to this ride. 
You're falling tonight.