You used to be alright — what happened? Did the cat get your tongue? Did your string come undone? One by one, Sunday Comics, they come to us all: “How come I end up where I started?”

Hypocrisy. Financially. Stability. Sentimentality. Humanity. Sunday Comics. Simplicity. What does it mean to me? All these words; big English, big grammar…All these words mean so much to some people; to me, it’s all the same.

You can be a coffee achiever; you could sit around the house and watch Leave It To Beaver! The future is up to to you! So what you gonna do? SUNDAY COMICS SUNDAY COMICS

Mr. Reagan says, “we will protect you.” I don’t subscribe to this point of view; believe me when I say to you, “I hope these Comics are for children too.”

Reflection in the rearview, fading lights from town…”I know you can’t stay too late. I’ll have you home in time. Let’s read the Sunday Comics beyond the county line.”

When you don’t like it, keep going. It’s nonsense, in a way, to fight shadows. When you can’t bear it anymore, keep going til you’re there. Sunday Comics.

She had gin and juice when I landed, miss you much like Janet. Grammy parted with the camper, I really couldn’t plan it…This s- crazy, though, I forgot to hit him up. Sunday Comics stop me but let me in, that’s Seattle Star love…

Bankrupt thoughts steal my hope; fix the bail; charge me interest while I’m stuck in your plastic jail. From my cell I read Sunday Comics while my freedom ring inside the belly of your cash machine.

Susan Jane standing in the rain, eating sugar cane, feeling the pain. Susan Jane, she is beautifully insane, barefoot in the muddy road. Her mind is free, she swims in the sea. She’s reading the Sunday Comics, see; her soul is on a spree. She’s…

So I pulled your name out of my Rolodex, and I tore all your pictures in two, and I burned down the malt shop where we used to go just because it reminds me of you! That’s right, you ain’t gonna see me cryin’. I’m…