Town Ease

Back in town walking home
You smell the crack you’re hounded by the dogs That used to beg and know your face
You’ve gotten taller, you never seem to grow
Then when you do
You can’t think of anything to do Walk you home, talk, or screw
We can’t think of anything that’s new
Pleasure sucks initiative
And your nostalgia was a needle in your arm You never seem to lose the taste
Your disposition for it raises some alarms
Then when you do
You can’t think of anything to do Walk you home, talk, or screw
We can’t think of anything that’s new