sitting (her and kant) or: the saddest vacant lot in the world song

grandaddy on oh yeah theories fly and i'm calling home calling you, she's sitting in the saddest vacant lot in the world, her and immanuel kant fishing fairydust from the bottom of a ezra brooks bottle and coasting downhill is the only way she knows, oh downhill is her favorite way to be and now, i watch her cry and slow, her fingers run to her face, and soon, there'll be nobody left who cares she says, and soon, no one will mean anything to her at all.

so she's little like a tangerine asteroid coin slot video pay and watch teh tears fall pay and watch the tears fall and the cracks are coming from every direction now. so subtler, and she's sitting crosslegged in the grass (overgrown) and all the saddest songs are playing for her.

2003-08-15 | 4:14 p.m.
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