Im sending you knew this photograph of me in my new car
But I hate to say I miss you cause you dont need me anymore
I politely say I miss you but we know you dont mean that anymore
Like when the toc tic finally caught you then you weaseled through the door
Through the door of consciousness
San Francisco,
Oh you think its over
Oh you make it so long on me
Someone who smokes pot in the summer
Pot in the Summer with me
Oh destructo, youre so destructive
No destruction in the waking hour
No destruction in the waking window
No destruction in the waking hour
No corruption on the mountain high
"Same for the rest of the song."
No destruction in the waking hour
No destruction in the waking wind
No destruction in the waking hour
No corruption on the mountain high
No destruction in the waking hour
No destruction in the waking window
No destruction, no destruction