sunshine
the accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “save us!”
and i’ll look down and whisper “no.”
my friend said to me, i think the weather’s trippy. i said no, man, it’s not the weather that’s trippy, perhaps it is the way that we perceive it that is indeed trippy. then i thought, man i should have just said yeah.
i am not what i was
and i don’t even know if i really am what i will be
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life is not what you ever think it is going to be
because if it was,
where would i be
and where would any of us really be
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and if it’s true, that we are real
if that’s true
i don’t really know what else could be real
nothing tops hilarity
and here’s to you, mrs. robinson
jesus loves you more than you will know, woah, woah, woah
god bless you please, mrs. robinson
heaven holds a place for those who pray
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
