Soma Gone Slapstick

He wanted palms Secular psalms "I'll find you a palm tree, make you think you're in California" Clear lungs Clear lust Soma gone slapstick You leave only footslips We all hear the same sound This whole fall on the rebound Find you smoke: nola snow And we're back in chicago when I jump out of the window Your mirror eyes reflecting sky I did feel sorry for you, overwrought and see-through A glimmer of the future made this winter even crueler Did you, did you know I feel the same Can you, can you stomach this old dopey game A buzzing like panic Made this whole spring kinda manic