C'Mon Sense

You're a bicycle,
we the peloton
you are idling
with your engine on
soon it'll be years.
Baby shoes
old chromosomes,
old patios
on brand new homes
they've got small bones.
Do I/you need you/me
is there anything in the easter sun,
under your great tongue
family pictures hung.
C'mon, use your c'mon sense.
use your lazy wings
if the ballad backs you sing
if it hurts you breathe in
Soft animals
if their hearts
pour out glass eyes
everywhere like a wooden doll
they've got small bones.
Do I/you need you/me
is there anything in the easter sun,
under your great tongue
family pictures hung.
C'mon, use your c'mon sense.
use your lazy wings
if the ballad backs you sing
if it hurts you breathe in
If your ice cream eyes
see violent skies,
if the stars turn crooked
you should just stop looking.
C'mon, use your c'mon sense.
use your lazy wings
if the ballad backs you sing
if it hurts you breathe in