I'm Back Sleeping, or Fucking, or Something

I'm back, Formosa
Your gardens and bridges green with shit came running
Your gardens and bridges, green as shit

I'll remember you?
Well, all things considered, I do!
I dreamt about that house last night
You know the black lady told me not to make her sons jealous
I didn't have any of the guns and fucking firetrucks!
Sitting in the back of her car, it was raining that night
I had sat in the back and then, fuckin', it was like I was melting or something (this isn't even real, I'm done talking)
I couldn't even talk
I couldn't even make it out, y'know
What do I have?
I wonder if you remember me
I had long blonde hair, and a stormy smile
In fact, I remember a photograph of me and you sitting on a bench with my sister
She was there too

I'm back, Sheridan
Yellow, red, white and blue firemen came running
God, what went on?
What went on in those cells?
I can remember exact floorboards that would come up
My sister told me that in front of the mirror
We flirted a lot in there, sitting on the toilet
And I could see the rats running around
When we tried to climb the walls and fucking fell out of the window
I still think about that
I remember you Sheridan, I remember
And yellow, red, white and blue firemen
They came running
I was still all fucked up
I would, I would, ah
I can tell you what went on and you interject
I can tell you what went on
I can tell you
I can tell you, Sheridan

You were visiting a house that's been sealed for a thousand years!
Little crayon scribbles, white chalk on a string
You're fucking there, with your plaid and your favorite things
Ah, you suck, but now you're away (probably sleeping)
I'm back Sheridan, your yellow, red, white and blue firemen came running
But now you're away
Sleeping, or fucking, or something, away