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The bartenders collect glasses, tell everyone, “Be safe”
Like an exodus, of bible times, we stumble down the street
As the smoke escapes your mouth
Forms a halo ‘round your head
I know I’m drunk and I don’t care
I’m letting everything exist
The urgency has left, replaced by nothingness

I’m just here in my body
No weight on my chest
No knot in my throat
Unimpaired by the impulse
To make sense
Of senselessness
Patterns, in chaos
God, I’m tired
And I’m sick
Of caring about
Where this all is going

Would it be all right
Would it be allowed
If for just a little while
I stopped and smelled the flowers

I don’t know any prophets
Don’t ask me for my oil
That lamp’s been burnt for so long now
I have no more light to give
I’d love to help you out
But I can hardly help myself

I’m just here in my body
No weight on my chest
No knot in my throat
Unimpaired by the impulse
To make sense
Of senselessness
Patterns in chaos
God, I’m tired
And I’m sick
Of caring about
Where this all is going
That lamp’s been burnt for a long time
I have no more to give
No more speculation, about why we exist
So aided by moonlight, I clear my mind
And love this moment as if it were my whole life

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from Deliver Us From Chemicals, released June 14, 2013

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