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 think it's over
Oh you think it's over to need
Someone who smokes
pot in the subway
Pot in the subway to me
Oh Destructo you're
so destructive
Oh you're so
destructive to me
No destruction in the
waking hour
No destruction in the
waking wind
No destruction in the
waking hour
There's no corruption
in the waking wind
I'm talking to my grandma
who lost her arms in the war
The aliens and armory
that bombed her cigar store
Now you think that
I don't know
but I know you to
know quite well
That I caught you sipping
milkshakes in the parlor
of the hotel
There's no need to be
an asshole 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 to 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
No destruction in the
waking wind
There's no destruction
in the waking hour
There's no corruption
on the mountain hour
No destruction in the
waking hour
No destruction in the
waking wind
No destruction
No destruction
No destruction in the
waking hour