You're taking two Klonopin

So you can quit flipping

And face our friends

You dated the sainted dead

He ain't nothing but a prayer card

Tacked up with my record jackets

We're riding through Jackson Pines

Towards Six Flags to wait in lines

And have our spines shook

And I'm shook

Got the space sickness

While we wait on the weightlessness

The delirious kiss

And the feeling of falling in

Getting good at looking so in love

But our eyes are unfocused

We're right back in Manalapan

Those rainbows of oil spin

On your former street

Are we more than meat?

Not a goddamn thing we could have said

To convince you

Now I dream in color of your face

You have the coast in your mirrored shades

Only feel relief when I'm back at home

Falling forward alone

With the space sickness

While we wait on the weightlessness

The delirious kiss

And the feeling of falling in

There's nothing to do when

It's a foregone conclusion

The pool overflowing and bursting

Aw come the f**k on

I don't wanna die

At the hands of the Jackson whites

Let the warm air rush in

At the wreck up ahead