The smell of camel cigarettes in the year of your used car
I was in the back, windows cracked, sitting on the floor
Fifteen years and fiercely young clinging to the door
Singing along to smoke and slur in the back of your used car
I come to you from the curve of the earth with new currency of skin
Shed my beliefs, shed all my dreams and I built them up again
Belief is bubblegum on the bottom of my shoe
God is great, god is good until he happens to you
I was just a boy just beginning to begin
Until the rug I loved was ripped away and I was standing on my hands
I come to you from the curve of the earth with new currency of skin
Shed my beliefs, shed all my dreams and I built them up again
I come to you from the curve of the earth with a motion for reprieve
I will say A
I won't say B
That's who I am
I sleep inside a sour bed built for brooding boys stuck inside their heads
I steep in a tea brewed just for me
I'm about to break without the slightest chance to bend
I want a big red ballon, an infinite sky and a letter to send
I come to you from the curve of the earth with new currency of skin
Shed my beliefs, shed all my dreams and I built them up again
I come to you from the curve of the earth with a motion for reprieve
I will say A
I won't say B
That's who I am, that's how it is, that's how it goes, that's how it ends