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Rocks in the Dryer

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Dad I'd like you to see me as your son

My mother was the pot

She held the warm dirt ready for your seed

In her embrace you've seen me grow

And now I'm out there on the road

Meeting girls who move their tongues in figure eights

I showed up drunk to graduation

That's been my way of moving on

Pill and highway getaways

They made blurs feel like a light parade

But this tunnel has no clear end

And I think it's time

That I made some investments

And made my way away

And I think it's time

I listened to the priests who warned for misery

Because so far it's all I've seen

And so far they've been dead on

And yah it's getting pretty hot in here too

The smoke that's trailing from your cigarette

It dreams of yellow fingers

And a voice that sounds like rocks in the dryer

I've seen some cute things but you host

A scent that smells like east Japan

And the smell of fifteen other men

My love you can't very well get your life back now

And I think it's time

That I made some investments

And made my way away

And I think it's time

I listened to the priests who warned for misery

Because so far it's all I've seen

And so far they've been dead on

And yah it's getting pretty hot in here too

I've seen some cute things but you host

A scent that smells like east Japan

And the smell of fifteen other men

My love you can't very well get your life back now