O.D.

She controls the morning tide
Her name’s the moon, and she’s alright
Plenty of reasons for to stay the night
I kissed the moon – it tastes alright

She’s made up of a thousand trees
Her name’s the forest, and she’s with me
Plenty of oxygen for all to breathe
Breathe out, or in, or inside me

Her mind’s the chorus and her body’s the verse
Her lyrics are sad, but her melody’s worse
She’s blaring through the speakers of a shiny new hearse
Her mind’s the chorus and her body’s the verse

She O.D.’d on a pil called time
The hill’s long gone, the light’s not lime
Never too cold til she tried that stuff
If she’s a wrecking ball, I’m crushed
 

From Oregon Slogan (2011)

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