For the Love of Albert

Childish things, toy guns & swings Tears for us to cry Happy Tuesday, dead on Wednesday Friday gets us by Look at all the surfboard people Stiff as wood that water leaks through Maybe we're just waiting for the perfect day to die Die alone One thing leads to another and then you go And hope it isn't slow, oh Walk along From one street to the other, living alone All my friends afraid of weapons Firing in the street Please relay this information, so that we can sleep: I don't hate the God that made me At least when I'm not feeling crazy I'm not fighting wars that feel so cheap You're gonna have to lie down and bleed Goes to show That one thing leads to another and then you know You cannot be alone I will go Put my hand in another, there I will know