No Destruction - Foxygen

I’m sendin' you this photograph of me in my new car

But I hate to say I miss you cause you don’t need me anymore

You politely say I miss you but we know you don’t mean that anymore

Like when the toc tic finally caught you, then you weaseled through the door

Through the door of consciousness, San Francisco

Oh you make it so

Oh you make it so long on me

Someone who smokes pot in the subway

Pot in the subway with me

Oh destructo, you’re so destruct

Oh you so destructive to me

No destruction in the waking hour

No destruction in the waking wind

No destruction in the waking hour

No corruption in the waking moon

I’m talking to my grandma who lost her arms in the war

The aliens and armory that bond hers to God’s door

Now you think that I don’t know but I know you to know quite well

That I caught you sipping milkshakes in the parlor of the hotel

There’s no need to be an asshole, you’re not in Brooklyn anymore

You may take what you are given but you leave it on the floor

And I know you’re gonna try to take my big mouse

Take the panels off my greenhouse

Oh but the door of consciousness isn’t open anymore

Oh you think it’s over, oh you think it’s over with me

Someone who smokes pot in the subway

Pot in the subway with me

Oh destructo, you’re so destructive

Oh you so destructive to me

No destruction in the waking hour

No destruction in the waking wind

No destruction in the waking hour

No corruption on the mountain high

No destruction in the waking hour

No destruction in the waking wind

No destruction, no destruction

No destruction…