Me and Camus

Into my daydream delusion lunchpail again And she will feed on my apple jax thoughts for a while Over my three-ring circus sobriety date again And I may have to drink myself to sleep awhile

Baking a quartz colored alfredo cheese pie again And she won't be back to see me this year Marching to flood pulsation clamor sound-rings again And I don't see jubilee moons, not here, not ever

So blitz on flower dream, over my swingset strip, again You're sitting still but you still say it keeps you, honest Palate lines cross beneath me, sister, they make me high And you were always my reason and treason and seasoned reply

And in this conduit seeming I have purchased A sunjet flight to orchard size And to my lips are tatooed, modest protestations But for an instantaneous mood levitation I might have dropped I might have drifted Away Just me and Camus