weekend adventures of an art school drop out

popstars, cereal and childhood realities
each of us with our own special little tragedy

I've gone lost
in this insomnia, dark raining day
cutting clear paths with a station wagon
through a cornfield outside small town Iowa

maybe you remember me,
but probably have forgotten
and that's why I'm so anxious to lose this reality
so run it by me again, and I might reconsider
continuing to live my life of lies and habit
believing the only solution is you