Om, Yu! (or 'Hologram of November Weather')

I lost myself on a cool damp night Gave myself to that misty light Was hypnotized by a strange delight Under a lilac tree Long as I don't have to choose Ten toes blue for a 12 bar tour Hold my cold spit in your clenched fist Harder to hold my attention Ooh Heavy knows what I planned So I prepare for a sentimental death Revelations and minor chords Couldn't've saved them or us But when I close my eyes Let the meadow be my road Predictable Hold on to sand Find a waterfall to follow Lion dead next to you or asphyxiate in my dreams Bear the weight of a behemoth On a lil ol' wing But if I close my eyes and let the Meadow be my road no pinnacle Or hold on to sand Find a waterfall to swallow You don't have to understand the wishy wantings of a my stand It depends on the moon when it matches my shoes your diamonds make a man hollow Gram of November weather we were One for the pages No line separated How could I lie bout you So I swear off of couplets and Regular bases And let my yes be No Tree without fruit I pick you always Tree without root I climb you sideways Me Without you A lonely Sunday Tea without soup Not full but okay