Future Candy

Burn my dollar down to one and then I'm done

Spend the night up so a writer summon song

And the sun in summer sings a happy song

Sing my heart out when the rain washes the dust

Sell out just to fill a bank roll

Feel like time has run out

Name still on the pay roll

Fuck that

Future made of candy

Cash in hand is handy

Have supply demanding

Time and growth are hand in hand then

I am from another planet

Banquet cashed in on the crash into the granite

Knees are scarlet when I landed over handle bars

Didn't hear the call coming from beyond

Rarely caught in the motion

I was running toward you in slow motion

Like in the motion pictures or so its depicted

In a figment which like a candle flame

Was wisped away when you whispered into my ears

That touch is temporary

Yea I'm kinda scared for the future when prospects scarce

And my breath is shaping waveform

Wait for a break in the rainstorm

When my hands stretched across the keys

And fingers tips start to bleed

Its like "Damn, this is what I'm made for"

Or what I kept myself strained for

I can't ever get away from the way

A feeling keeps the way forward

Wayward the way I lay word

And catch surf like at Wave Rock

Burn my dollar down to one and then I'm done

Spend the night up so a writer summon song

And the sun in summer sings a happy song

Sing my heart out when the rain washes the dust