You're always leaving me behind

Cellophane flowers

Up on the roof

They ought to drown him in holy water

Rainy days & mondays

A wetter version of the skies

The stale taste of recycled air

Miss small town

It's a jungle out there

To the land above

Neon

Don't make frowns, you silly clowns

Of dawn & dew

Let's not go home

Smoke

Good day sunshine

You'll be fine, there's plenty of hills to climb

Yours sincerely, wasting away

There beneath the blue suburban skies