the one place to go and taste the real. the fat slap in the face answer with every soft voiced phone call. oh yeah. go back to there. where it wasn't all rosy and pink. when the bitter taste traveled blocks from venice beach...
ran through your system and came out rolling down your cheeks. a fucked up juliet, you sat up top a ferris wheel, hoping it'd roll into the sea.
and in between sweaty parties in south pasedena, you sneak out and follow the full moon down, down, past jasmine gardens, cacti, and rattlesnakes... you light up and let the nicotine mess your head. and that's as far as you go. you pass on the trendy japanese beer, old gorgeous blue eyes, and david's waiting too long sweet heart.
and on the last night, before the last day, you pack your ragtag bags, face your broken heart, cry it out 'til you fall asleep...
did i know that i would never see you again? did i know that'd i'd be writing this here?
it's only a long life scene, burned inside memory.