synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin. I'm dressed up for free drinks and
family greetings on your wedding date. the figures in plastic on the wedding
cake that I took were so real. and I kept a distance: the complications cloud

the postcards and blips through fiberoptics, as the girls with the pigtails were
running from little boys wearing bowties their parent bought: "I'll catch you
this time!"

crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? screaming,
drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine. you were the one but I can't spit it out
when the date's been set. the white routine to be ingested inaccurately.

synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached beer cans to the bumper so they
could drive up and down the main drag. people would turn to see who's making the
racket. it's not the first time. when they lay down the fish will swim upstream

and I'll contest but they won't listen when the casualty rate's near 100%, and
there isn't a pension for second best or for hardly moving...
crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? screaming,

drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine. you were the one but I can't spit it out
when the date's been set. the white routine to be ingested inaccurately.