sea_anemone bijou in the way it sways through the slow breeze i lie spread out on the floor lookin at these things most of them are yours and it 's so nice sitting very still without those old_shoes i could never fill starfish with its arms out in a daze through the sea of an ocean haze was i one you wished upon burned out like a light bulb when you turned me on and it's so nice sleeping here all alone with my ashtray white courtesy telephone now i'm making out the shapes like the shower rod can it take my weight turtle on it's back in the desert sea and you look like a cool drink slightly out of reach i pull myself into the shell waiting on a sign from god or a nod from hell and it's so nice sitting very still without those old_shoes i could never fill now were turning on the lights it's the first day of my second life take my name off of the lease you can even keep the name it never suited me jets_to_brazil 020409 what's it to you? who go blather from