Sad Mezcalita

What were you doing there?

So un-anxious to be liked

Maybe because you were tired

And the world was in your way

I had walked them home

My only friend, my only love

There were none like them

None, none and none

Rough dreams

More than enough dreams

Rough dreams

Rough dreams

Ne'er to rest, ne'er to be

In all, or all or at all

Ne'er to cease, ne'er to breathe

Roughened Dreams

Prelude to defeat

I have only ever been special to you

You were so much more than only special to me

It's not having something evil to endure

As it is never having something good

The only years that meant a thing

Bewilder every and all days

The flip of two ugly, useless, purposeless cards

Guide me to walk o'er the dune

To dig up your Rumpus Room

Rough dreams

More than enough dreams

Rough dreams

Rough dreams

Ne'er to rest, ne'er to be

In all, or all or at all

Ne'er to cease, ne'er to breathe

Roughened Dreams

Prelude to defeat

Without any questions

You were to end at a horrible end

Without, withouts

Not a cloud in the sky