I'm sending you
this photograph
of me in my new car
But I hate to say I miss you
'Cause you don't
need me anymore
You politely say I miss you
but we know you don't
mean that anymore
Like when the doctor
thought he caught you
Then you weaseled
through the door
Through the door
of consciousness
San Francisco
Oh you make it so
Oh you make it so long on me
Someone who smokes
pot in the subway
Pot in the subway with me
Oh destructo
You're so destructive
Oh you're so destructive to me
No destruction
in the waking hour
Oh no destruction
in the waking moonlight
No destruction
in the waking hour
Oh there's no corruption
in the waking moonlight
I'm talking to my grandma
who lost her arms in the war
The aliens and armory
that bond hers to God's door
Now you think that I don't
know but I know you two
know quite well
That I caught you sipping
milkshakes in the
parlor of the hotel
There's no need to be an *******
You're not in
Brooklyn anymore
You may take what you
are given but you leave
it on the floor
And I know they're gonna
try to take my big mouse
Take the panels
off my greenhouse
Oh but the door
of consciousness isn't
open anymore
Oh you think it's over
Oh you think it's over with me
Someone who smokes
pot in the subway
Pot in the subway with me
Oh destructo
You're so destructive
Oh you're so destructive to me
No destruction
in the waking hour
Oh no destruction
in the waking moonlight
There's no destruction
in the waking hour
Oh there's no corruption
on the mountain high
Oh no destruction
in the waking hour
No destruction
in the waking moonlight
No destruction
No destruction
Oh there's no destruction
in the waking hour