Baton-Menomena

Hail mary You're conveniently buried this evening Missed me dodging bullets On a subject that is not worth repeating I wish you were my mother and I wish you couldn't hear I wish these memory lanes promoted growth instead of fear I wish I wasn't forced to rob a grave to pull you near Hail mary Here's the new baton to pass in the relay Between the bathhouse And the colored mountains lining the freeway I wish you were my lover with your hands in place of ears I wish that co-dependence could sustain us through the years I wish that wrecking fantasies could pass for a career No one turn the light on in the morning Someone turn the light on in the morning Somebody turn the light on Hail mary Is this golden ticket all that you've left me For the therapist to pawn off and retire off the proceeds I wish you were in person what you are in souvenirs I wish I could remember if my last words were sincere I wish I could construct a better song for you my dear