Meg & Dia - Santa Barbara

Pray for them
I often loose track
So I took a drag
of my first cigarrette
and I found my head
Roll down the dumps
of twenty seventh street

I drew a sketch
with lipstick and sidewalk
of Newports edge
Legoblock cliffs
and an ocean that doesn't
deserve the sounds of silence
I'd swear on a dead artists grave

I found a spot
where the drunk never got to