Sugarless - Superfine

people stop me on the street all the time and ask me why i talk to myself

my answer starts and ends by blowing them off and i grab another book off my

shelf

bottom down sugarless

leaves turn brown sugarless

beautiful things surround me sugarless

with no one around it’s sugarless

one foot on the gas pedal one in my mouth the words come out

but i keep keep stumbling racing down the highway got my face in my knees

the 7th one is sacred but i can’t find the keys