August Closing His Mouth After a Long Summer's Yawn - Jason Webley

I think that we can breathe now, the world is over

Send all the children over now, Red Rover

I guess the world stopped spinning when supply somehow met demand

Uncashed paycheck in my pocket, atom bombs in Pakistan

Now I’m sitting on a bus, a shade too tired to be annoyed.

While two human avocados a shade too loudly discuss Freud

But that’s okay, the experts say

At least the air is clearer now

I think that we can breathe now, the world is over

We’re standing in a field of nine-leaf clover

Sipping tea in an oasis, while we watch the desert spread

And we’re counting on our virtues, 'cause it’s too hard to count the dead

There’s a pretty girl beside me, I think she wants to hold my hand

But she’s speaking in a tongue I think I’ll never understand

But that’s okay.

the experts say

At least the air is clearer now

I think that we can breathe now, the world is over.

We had our chances to be fighters

Now we’re burnt out twenty something poetry writers

Yeah, I guess we all can breathe now, the world is over

Guess there’s nothing really left to do

But seal our eyes and nostrils up with glue

And observe the sticky residue that’s all that’s left of me and