Spoonfed

2004 10 07 Spoonfed (830 KB, 1:10)

You say
You’d talk to me but you’re too shy now
You say
You’d like to leave but you’re too high now
You say
Whatever comes into your precious mind
Wasting all my precious time

Spoon fed
There’s nothing here that really matters
Spoon fed
You don’t think you could get much fatter
Soon dead
With nothing left behind but precious lines
Why were we wasting all the precious times

Jeff