bright ideas

back down off the sun

i need a light to tell the time

i'm sure the sky wants its black back

air attack

so in love with the view

you bombast

itches like a sunburn

but contagious

you really are outrageous

when you've got

your bright ideas on

and i believe you when you say that the mail is killing you

cause i believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too

ease up on your mouth

i can't make any words out

the fruitflies all buzzing out

man

what are you getting to?

you may be right

and i may be wrong

but i'm all that you've got to

hang your bright ideas on

and i believe you when you say that the mail is killing you

cause i believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too

you may say

i'm not here