No Destruction

I assumed you knew this photograph of me in my new car But I hate to say I miss you 'cause you don't need me anymore You politely say I miss you but we know you don't mean that anymore Like when the tock tic finally caught you Then you weaseled through the door Through the door of consciousness San Francisco, Oh you make it so Oh you make it so long on me Someone who smokes pot in the suburbs Pot in the subway with me Oh destructo, you're so destructive Oh you so destructive to me No destruction, in the waking hour No destruction, in the waking wind No destruction in the waking hour There's no corruption on the waking wind I'm talking to my grandma who lost her arms in the war The aliens and armory that bond hers to God's door Now you think that I don't know but I know you to know quite well That I caught you sipping milkshakes in the parlor of the hotel There's no need to be an asshole, you're not in Brooklyn anymore You may take what you are given but you leave it on the floor And I know you're gonna try to take my big mouse Take the panels off my greenhouse Oh but the door of consciousness isn't open anymore Oh you think it's over, oh it's over with me Someone who smokes pot in the suburbs Pot in the suburb with me Oh destructo, you're so destructive Oh you so destructive to me No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking wind No destruction in the waking hour There's no corruption on the mountain high No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking wind No destruction, no destruction No destruction in the waking hour

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