Notice to Vacate

Mussels from up north crowd the urban ports
Oil tankers sunk by orcas
Later killed by the spill
We were reading in the garden this time last year

Oh

Now the rain starts to seep from the ceiling in my dreams
I get tremors and I'm sick with cannabis
And the court moved to evict and we never got the roof fixed
Oh, the court moved to evict and we never got the roof fixed

Oh

Today I'm calling on God; I've gotten lost in the park
If I can write him a song, he'll let me see in the dark
I couldn't have gotten far when the edible started
This is the reason I don't smoke in the car
Before the hike, I prayed for a deer to come and tear me apart

Oh



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