Chalk Dust Torture
Phish
Dick's 9-4-2016
Turn it phucking up
https://bit.ly/3hyoZt6
But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned
As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned
And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue
Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun
All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone
Can't this wait 'til I'm old
Can't I live while I'm young?
Can't I live while I'm young?
