The end is all I see
Staring in my face
Breathing down my neck
Telling me his truths.
Caution laid to waste
For fateful decay
Galvanized by fire
Not denatured in flame.
Dead End?
Too much substance for the well to run dry, even after all this time What would Bomer do if he were alive? Skate and meditate, because friendship transcends all temporal constraints Think positive dude, and we'll be bombing new countries in June
All this madness swirling in my brain Nothing will ever be the same Change is pure and I welcome its touch Wary of its apathy and venomous crutch If the lights go out, our message will not be lost
It is what it is, and it's not what it's not A nail in our coffin, or an open invitation to rot Distance is bonk, you're still bombing with me I'll keep laughing and keep having fun You keep that Hamburg stink on your thumb
Too much substance for the well to run dry, even after all this time What would Bomer do if he were alive? Skate and meditate, because friendship transcends all temporal constraints Think positive dude, and we'll be bombing new countries in June
All this madness swirling in my brain Nothing will ever be the same Change is pure and I welcome its touch Wary of its apathy and venomous crutch If the lights go out, our message will not be lost
It is what it is, and it's not what it's not A nail in our coffin, or an open invitation to rot Distance is bonk, you're still bombing with me I'll keep laughing and keep having fun You keep that Hamburg stink on your thumb