Jim Yoshii Pile-up Black & Gold
Describing the view from the center of gravity.
Drunk and debauched. you were raised on depravity.
Oh, it's great, dear.
Hold your face near.
You belong here.
I'll pass the day with pills and wine.
Every line ends in confusion.
Chemicals wear off with time.
A piece of god to you, to you.
I saw you wandering in for the show.
You looked like a child bundled up for the snow.
Funny and sad, confused and slow.
It's true that you can love someone you hardly know.
A fruit that's bruised and overripe
Coats the ground in its profusion.
And I attract the damaged time.
Suffer these to come to me.
And now I know
Heart and soul
Raining through the hands of your useless friends.
Black and gold.
Pouring from your mouth and out your straining eyes
Into the loveless friend you found in me.
A piece of god to you...
A piece of god to you...
To you...
