maybe
xeniot 1999-10-25

Your smoking won't kill you / You'll write a book that will sell / You'll laugh in the subway / You'll be that in hell / Your words don't go where you want them / You live in a burning cigar / That centipede bite was a dream / You'll wake up with seventeen arms

Maybe the sound of my voice / And all these prophets / Maybe will be all you ever will have / Maybe has done me well

You are a believer / She'll write you a letter / You'll never be kissed on the mouth / Your summers will smell like warm grass / Your children will leave you in Rome / Why don't you let me come home / It meant a whole lot before it was sold / You never were born.