I'm Back Sleeping, Or Fucking, Or Something

I'm back, Formosa

Your gardens and bridges green with shit came running

Your gardens and bridges, green as shit

I'll remember you?

Well, all things considered, I do!

I dreamt about that house last night

You know the black lady told me not to make her sons jealous

I didn't have any of the guns and fucking firetrucks!

Sitting in the back of her car, it was raining that night

I had sat in the back and then, fuckin', it was like I was melting or something (this isn't even real, I'm done talking)

I couldn't even talk

I couldn't even make it out, y'know

What do I have?

I wonder if you remember me

I had long blonde hair, and a stormy smile

In fact, I remember a photograph of me and you sitting on a bench with my sister

She was there too

I'm back, Sheridan

Yellow, red, white and blue firemen came running

God, what went on?

What went on in those cells?

I can remember exact floorboards that would come up

My sister told me that in front of the mirror

We flirted a lot in there, sitting on the toilet

And I could see the rats running around

When we tried to climb the walls and fucking fell out of the window

I still think about that

I remember you Sheridan, I remember

And yellow, red, white and blue firemen

They came running

I was still all fucked up

I would, I would, ah

I can tell you what went on and you interject

I can tell you what went on

I can tell you

I can tell you, Sheridan

You were visiting a house that's been sealed for a thousand years!

Little crayon scribbles, white chalk on a string

You're fucking there, with your plaid and your favorite things

Ah, you suck, but now you're away (probably sleeping)

I'm back Sheridan, your yellow, red, white and blue firemen came running

But now you're away

Sleeping, or fucking, or something, away