gold-painted lemons

Please put your shoes on and step into that warm weather.

Go get yourself a more better forever.

Gotta put it down, you gotta leave it,

And don't ever come back again; You gotta mean it.

Just tear it all apart and build new,

Cause' if you don't kill him he's gonna kill you.

You can't hold hands when they make fists,

And I ain't the first to say this but,

Let me be the last to say, please don't stay.

Let me be the last to say, you won't be okay.

Let me be the last to say, please don't stay.

-Slug