Summers after summers Lost count doing numbers after numbers Blinded by the flashing lights Midnight oil still burning Like the passion and the gas alike Imagine heights where you can't see Where you started And all that ever was is dearly departed Flowers for the dead Got some posies in my pocket Asleep at the wake Feeling cozy by the coffin Funeral, soul shifting to the seed in the utero I'm the one calling UNO that's my numero Band geeks, sea floor, yeah that's too below Watch the road turn a fish to a tuna roll I'm Rubik throwing colors on the cubicle The floor looking like Jackson Pollock's mural though Earnest earnings for the feast now that's moveable BnB with a bad broad if she's doable She said, 'I hope you text back' I said, 'Hope, that's a dangerous thing for me to ask' A last kiss before I put up the mask Grabbed the keys and the passport Threw it in the bag