Mayday Disorder - Apollo Sunshine

Feels like mayday disorder.

Emotional rats were rotting vegetables

(Swept back?) in my crispy crab’s (claws?)

Feels like pussy vendetta

(??? think you’re better?)

Here comes up a hyped up driver

In her color champagne red

I think I’ll miss the party lights,

Haircuts, and corduroy designs

In a house that smacks the ???

We heard it smack the front

In useless conversation,

That is what we smack and

Come over to the kids and corners

The amateur QB

They have a subtle secret

That girls could someday keep.

I can see the party’s winding down

Though it’s barely off the ground

Now the guests are climbing on the host

Boasting one more suicide to toast

Running low on cigarettes?

It shows.

None of this is (really scripted?)

None of this is unintended

None of this is consequential

Oh it’s so unoriginal

I can see the party’s winding down

Although it’s barely off the ground.

(Dog piles?) tight clothes

White eyes, white noses.

I think I miss those party lights.

I can see the party’s winding down

Though it’s barely off the ground.

It’s winding down, I can see the party’s winding down.