"Interesting times," you sighed
"Interesting times."
Just before you held your breath and slipped between the lines
We talked about the acid years
The sick and unromantic tears that everybody tried to shed until they up and died
You think it's almost over now but the pain has just begun
We may be closer to the grave but we're closer to the sun
Jenny's bleeding powder now
Eddie's got a gun
Lucy's on the wagon now
She's sick of having fun
No one talks to anyone
No one really cares
I'd love to tell you everything but you'd say it wasn't fair to make you think of what you've done
To make you understand
As long as you can close your eyes you'll do the best you can
I'm wide-awake at five o'clock
I couldn't sleep again
You're still screaming at my door but I'll never let you in
I loved you in the acid years
The sexy-smart-but-too-austere that everyone just had to be until the day they died
I still remember everything when I'm closest to the moon
I wish the best to all of you
I hope to see you soon
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