[00:28.02]Five lovely lessons learned today
[00:31.26]Coating my throat with the dust of a new day
[00:34.41]As the saints pray their lonely way
[00:37.47]And their deadweight lays the passion to waste
[00:39.87]Maybe if I sew my heart on my sleeve
[00:45.27]They'll drop the bomb on me and I'll wake up
[00:48.39]I can only fix so much in my sleep
[00:51.36]I can only drink so much from this empty cup
[00:55.65]I know I must not think bad thoughts
[00:57.42]I'm always beaten to the punch
[00:58.98]I'm holding aces high and low
[01:00.60]And in between I'm trying to break my fall
[01:24.42]Give me a piece of what you've got
[01:27.48]I'll make it new with much less thought
[01:30.60]It's symbolic and full of trash
[01:33.81]Lofty endearments whispered under your breath
[01:38.52]Five lessons remembered from yesterday
[01:41.76]Easing my mind and seizing each new day
[01:44.79]Beyond and back I'm still the same
[01:47.97]Kicked over some old trash but I still waste
[01:50.88]I still waste
[01:52.44]I still waste
[01:53.97]I still waste