Approximate Sunlight

Used to dream of time machines Now it's been said we're post-everything As a child Imagining Neckties and coastlines I've seen the show Man what a sight Drenched us in approximated sunlight The crowd was small and mostly blind But kind You're too kind Now you are how you were When you were real Now you are how you were When you were real There you go again On that circular trip Lick the solar plexus of some L.A. shaman I'm out of breath I better sit Been living hard, living All I do is follow Just follow this hollow you around I wouldn't waste another thought On what is fair and what is not The Quinceñera dress she bought Was unstitched with bullets All the guests in the garden screamed Women and tires squealing Such opulence Such misery Unwinding, unwinding All I do is follow Just follow this hollow you around Now you are how you were When you were real