Australis

I wanna feel good today.
I wanna feel fine.
Take these bitter pissings-
and turn them into wine.
That tastes different.
But still tastes sweet to me.
And you can take your shackles-
and let me be.

I don't need your summer rain.
All I need is inside of me.
If you love it-
that's good.
But I don't needyou hanging round.
Pushin' up and your pulling down.
If you hate it-
that's you.

Until you breathe-
in the way that every spunked and organic slab of decaying matter breathes.
Or maybe you-
could maybe breathe a little different.
You'll still survive.
Still get your oxygen.

I don't need your summer rain.
All I need is inside of me.
If you love it-
that's good.
But I don't need you hanging round.
Pushin' up and your pulling down.
If you hate it-
that's you.

Until you breathe out.
Too late to find the way that you'll make it through your way.
And breathe out.
Too late to find the way for sure to find the alms for your cure.
The feelings come.
The feelings go.
And how you live with your shackles-
I don't know.

Until you breathe out.
Too late to find the way that you'll make it through your way.
And breathe out.
Too late to find the way for sure to find the alms for your cure.
Then Freak out.
Your body spazzed and stoned.
Your tattooed little tones-
won't breathe out.
Too late to change your mind,
though what is yours is really mine.
The feelings come.
The feelings go.
And how you live with your shackles-
I don't know