A Long Fall

Everybody seems to be dying and it's killing me too. What can I do? Oh, what can I do? I'm broken-hearted everyday. For this there is no map. There is no there and back. There is no back. It's a long fall from erection to dysfunction. It's a long fall, don't ya know? If I could save time on a bottle I'd have it all drunk by now, like milk from a cow. Almond milk from a cow. It's a long fall from erection to dysfunction. Sometimes I'm still that twelve-year-old boy hunched over his blueberry incense, waiting for the mysteries to be revealed. I'm still waiting,