Johnny Under

Last time I ever write you
No simple explanation will do this time
Difinite scent in this room
No doubt I will remember
My favorite life

I can think, I can feel
I can turn on a dot
Delicate aging of spirits we want
But can't I wish?

So can anybody show me all we own
I'll waste my time finding my way home
Always so fond of this space
Underneath the table for morning dreams
Follow the motorcode
I've told him all the answers
For what you need

I am all I am none
God I wish I could stop
Anything easy leaves you what you want
But can't I wish?

So can anybody show me all we own
I'll waste my time finding my way home
As moderation lies all around
No stimulation in hand or mouth

So can anybody show me all we own
I'll waste my time finding my way home
I've lost my scene
Is all
I've lost my scene