San Diego - Wheat

Your love is a parking lot

With potholes and faded lines

And the kids don’t hang because

The cops just chase them out

Your love is a tow away zone

No parking unless you’re willing

To pay the fine

You said we’re as close as we

Could be

Well o.k.

maybe you didn’t

Then you said you wanted intimacy

Then you said you had to leave

Your love is a chemical plant

Ambiguous to the public

It’s not secure to our melting

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