I'm sending you this photograph of me in my new car
but I hate to say I miss you 'cause you don't need me anymore
You've politely said "I miss you" but we know you don't mean that anymore
Like when the doctor thought he caught you but you weaseled through the door,
Through the door of consciousness
San Francisco
Oh you think it's over, oh you think it's over
You need someone who smokes pot in the subway, pot in the subway
Like me, or destructoid
Oh you're so destructive, oh, you're so destructive to me
No destruction in the waking hour
No destruction in the waking wind
No destruction in the waking hour
No corruption in the waking moon
I'm talking to my grandma who lost her arms in the war
and aliens and armory that bombed her cigar store
Now you think that I don't know, but I know you two know quite well,
That I caught you sipping milkshakes in the parlor of the hotel
There's no need to be an a******, you're not in Brooklyn any more
You may take what you are given but you leave it on the floor,
and I know they're gonna try to take my big mouse,
Take the panels off my green house
Oh, but the door of consciousnesses isn't open any more
Oh you think it's over, oh you think it's over
You need someone who smokes pot in the subway, pot in the subway
Like me, or destructoid
Oh you're so destructive, oh, you're so destructive to me
No destruction in the waking hour
No destruction in the waking wind
No destruction in the waking hour
No corruption on blue mountain now
No destruction in the waking hour
No destruction in the waking hour
No destruction
but I hate to say I miss you 'cause you don't need me anymore
You've politely said "I miss you" but we know you don't mean that anymore
Like when the doctor thought he caught you but you weaseled through the door,
Through the door of consciousness
San Francisco
Oh you think it's over, oh you think it's over
You need someone who smokes pot in the subway, pot in the subway
Like me, or destructoid
Oh you're so destructive, oh, you're so destructive to me
No destruction in the waking hour
No destruction in the waking wind
No destruction in the waking hour
No corruption in the waking moon
I'm talking to my grandma who lost her arms in the war
and aliens and armory that bombed her cigar store
Now you think that I don't know, but I know you two know quite well,
That I caught you sipping milkshakes in the parlor of the hotel
There's no need to be an a******, you're not in Brooklyn any more
You may take what you are given but you leave it on the floor,
and I know they're gonna try to take my big mouse,
Take the panels off my green house
Oh, but the door of consciousnesses isn't open any more
Oh you think it's over, oh you think it's over
You need someone who smokes pot in the subway, pot in the subway
Like me, or destructoid
Oh you're so destructive, oh, you're so destructive to me
No destruction in the waking hour
No destruction in the waking wind
No destruction in the waking hour
No corruption on blue mountain now
No destruction in the waking hour
No destruction in the waking hour
No destruction