Byegone

day dead bye-gone

laying near the lights

of the knights of the northern lodges

there’s a border road

no one slip slides or stoppin’

and the neighborly, sleeping in a coffin

with enough keif

you could really bore someone

took a rat trap out to the Ache Inn

we were drinking all the ways to down

door's wide open

you know what were saying ‘bout us now

he’s a legend

i’m a legend

and we both go tripping through the door

you know that we are northern now

heard you promise me at the north end of monogamy

cut there from filament lead

somewhere I heard you scream

for others’ hearts

and in the limiest of lights

hold the keys to a Cuban flight that you won’t ever ride

it’s time to up and die

set sail!

oh, you plenty competent

so why aren’t you confident

it’s softening to be softening

then why are you so constant then?

are we going on a coat ride?

well, were off and definitely stumbling

tossin’ off your compliments, wow

sexing all your Parliaments