incarceration of a flower child

do you remember me? how we used to be helpless and happy and blind?

sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine?

laying on the living-room floor on those indian tapestry cushions you made

thinking of calling our first born jasmine or jade

don't do it

don't do it

don't do it

don't do it to me

don't think about it

don't think about it

don't think about it

don't think about what it might be

don't get up to open the door

just stay with me here on the floor

it's gonna get cold in the 1970's

you wouldn't listen

you thought you knew better

you just to had to speak to that man

please believe me

i'll visit whenever i can

laying in your little white room with no windows and three square sedations a day

you plead with the doctor who's running the show

please don't take jasmine away and leave me alone"