Comet Face Live

I don't really have too much to say. No I can't. Pick a fight, off-white. Boy on the ground with his pants down. What happened to him in his past life? What happened to him in his park side? Rocks riffing in, buses pass by. I wonder who saw me as the last guy. Think it was a limp. Said I was a limp from the pool side. Must've let doggies divide again. But we are going swept aside like the pesticide In your vegetable soup summertime. Like those the worries of those having worse times. Like the worries of those having worse Times in my brain. No I can't. Pick a fight, Off-white. Boy on the ground with his pants down. What happened to him in his past life? Still buzz from his dope in his past life. Has it happened again? Is my brain fried? Is the gold fried? At least my nose ain't bent and my face Hides. And he asks me why when he looked In room. Only room for him, but I'm glad To be claimed. Must've triggered something. Hearts basking in that bright good spin. Felt misty, moving. Can toss the glorious through the worst times. We toss the glorious through the worst times. And why can't? Race, time. time. race, a A race, A time. A race, a Time. A Race. Take a breath. Take a breath, chill