Autumn And Carbine

A pile of shells and a pile of leaves
In my dreams green man looks like me
And failure falls just like autumn trees
My concrete comfort mezzanine

The smell of autumn and carbine
You'll never clean it up
I wanna let em all down
A letter goes out to your side
Something to mix it up
I wanna let em all down

They'll crack a window and let you feel the breeze
But was the juice ever really worth the squeeze?
It all looked so loud now we don't hear a peep
A distant rainbow reverie

Now you're a pile of pills and a pile of leaves
Boss man's posthumous hit factory
He sleeps in silk sheets while you rest in peace
Culture's black eye like the girls you beat

The smell of autumn and carbine
You'll never clean it up
I wanna let em all down
A letter goes out to your side
Something to mix it up
I wanna let em all down

Draining slowly. Finally at peace
Draining slowly. Finally fading away

You'll never clean it up
You'll never leave it
No matter what they say
You never mattered much anyway