bright ideas

back down off the sun, i need a light to tell the time, i'm sure the sky wants its black back, air attack, so in love with the view, you bombast, itches like a sunburn, but contagious, you really are outrageous, when you've got, your bright ideas on, and i believe you when you say that the mail is killing you, cause i believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too, ease up on your mouth, i can't make any words out, the fruitflies all buzzing out, man, what are you getting to?, you may be right, and i may be wrong, but i'm all that you've got to, hang your bright ideas on, and i believe you when you say that the mail is killing you, cause i believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too, you may say, i'm not here