Canned Air

Your haste, unwary, sent you off on a naught course, south, to arid zones where you can rise above the spores, ragweed, and goldenrod
But after that initial catalytic force past your known source
Will your signal retain clues that lead you back to where you've since tried to forget all about?

Then it’s all out conversion disorder when your scapegrace assumes control
It’s time to chasten your borders, because this free reign is due overthrow, and it's gotten so old

Straight on, soon your eyes connect
Barely bent to array your insides in
All out chemical duress or anaphylactic suicide
Either way you ache — wake up, give in!

Sold on the Arizona view (bold bets fold weak hands to pursue / the long shots and the scant pots awaiting you)
All indications pointed to, what you already knew

Since you don't have the time (since you don't have the time)
Since you can't find the time to set aside
Since you don't really mind (since you don't really mind)
You'll let it sift through until you realize that all your impotent pretexts have apostatized
And relent while you persist that in time, we’ll all buy that you've been right

Your haste, unwary, sent you off on a naught course... back to Arizona where soon you'll find that any way you map this out you're on dead horse

Sworn from the Arizona view
All indications pointed to, what you already knew
Then suddenly the histamine withdrew — you should know, they aren't quite through

But since you don't have the time (since you don't have the time)
Since you can't find the time to set aside
Since you don't really mind (since you don't really mind)
You'll let it sift through until you realize that all your impotent pretexts have apostatized and breathe in the air from Arizona