My God

My God
I think I threw up
I’ve got a river filled with darlings
Who connect to the words in my gut
And the poet's hanging out in the back
He’s doing things that he can never take back
It’s a condition I attract
It’s not us
It’s not us

My God
Did you really give up?
Do you live inside the people
The people with all that stuff?
You got a motorcar crashing the sea
You got idols making lists where they’ve been
I speak about it in dreams
It’s not a holding pattern, baby
Just wait and see

Are you dreaming?
What are you dreaming about now?
Do you believe me?
Who are you gonna believe now?
Are you dreaming?
What are you dreaming about now?
Don’t believe me?
Who’s going to believe me now?
Dreaming
What are you dreaming about now?
Cause I forgot

My God
I think I threw up
I got a river filled with darlings
Who connect to the words in my gut
It’s not us
It’s not us
It’s not us
It’s not us
No, it’s not us