The Pod

Morning scatters in and I am steady like a drug feeling out this one.
She wakes up smashed as hell and steadies her ass against the rail,
and bends before the pounding rain.
She had the widest bright ideas all along about my love,
and I need this fucking fix
and I beg her to pick from one of the billion ways to feel no pain.

The morning after bends reflected
and I can hardly stand the way this whole thing makes me seem.
She climbs out from her dream
with lungs hardly as she screams stereo scream,
and bends before astounding rain.
She's got a system made of metal and magnet bits inside her brain,
and she opens her box of tricks
and begs me to pick from one of a billion ways to feel no pain.
She had the widest bright ideas,
that all the world would sleep away until the nightmare ends.
Everyone is on way, way on the end.
Hold me uptight, let me breathe now.

She had the widest bright ideas,
that all the world would sleep away until the nightmare ends.
Everyone is on way, way on the end.
And hold me uptight, let me breathe now.