Go Back to Those Gold Soundz...

And keep my advent to yourself,
because it's nothing I don't like.
Is it a crisis or a boring change,
when it's central, so essential?

It has a nice ring when you laugh
at the low life opinions.

And they're coming to the chorus now!


I keep my address to yourself 'cause we need secrets.
We need secrets -crets -crets -crets -crets -crets back right now.

Because I never wanna make you feel
that you're social.

Never ignorant soul.

Believe in what you wanna do,
and do you think that is a major flaw,
when they rise up in the falling rain?

And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down,
the trial's over, weapon's found.

Keep my address to myself because it's secret
'Cause it's secret -cret -cret -cret -cret -cret -cret -cret -cret -cret -cret -cret -cret -cret back right now...


So drunk in the August sun,


and you're the kind of girl I like,
because you're empty and I'm empty.

And you can never quarantine the past.

Did you remember in December
that I won't eat you when I'm gone?

And if I go there, I won't stay there,
because I'm sitting here too long.

I've been sitting here too long!

And I've been wasted,
advocating that word for the last word,
last words come up

all you've got to waste.

-SM