Testo Parking Lot

oh, are you standing
are you standing up or sitting down?
i've got news to deliver to you and you're not gonna like the way it sounds.
i've gone straight under and i've ripped the sails.
i've buttoned my lip with liquid nails.
i crossed my eyes and then i started falling right down in the parking lot.
there's a sunday rider on the corner every weekend.
he makes his run, counts, leaps and sits. it always crosses my mind when i start sorting out the lost and found.
tonight i'm gonna spend just laying down,
smoking all the pot that i just found.
it was laying on the ground in the parking lot.
i'm gonna set sail in a different sea, 'cause i can't clean up for anything.
crash landing's never been too good to me.
i'm just standing in place making a mess of things.