Sad Mezcalita

What were you doing there? So un-anxious to be liked Maybe because you were tired And the world was in your way I had walked them home My only friend, my only love There were none like them None, none and none Rough dreams More than enough dreams Rough dreams Rough dreams Ne'er to rest, ne'er to be In all, or all or at all Ne'er to cease, ne'er to breathe Roughened Dreams Prelude to defeat I have only ever been special to you You were so much more than only special to me It's not having something evil to endure As it is never having something good The only years that meant a thing Bewilder every and all days The flip of two ugly, useless, purposeless cards Guide me to walk o'er the dune To dig up your Rumpus Room Rough dreams More than enough dreams Rough dreams Rough dreams Ne'er to rest, ne'er to be In all, or all or at all Ne'er to cease, ne'er to breathe Roughened Dreams Prelude to defeat Without any questions You were to end at a horrible end Without, withouts Not a cloud in the sky