Pomegranate - The Other Also

Pomegranate leaves, glass-like
And grinding up in our skin, dirt, and gravel
Out on this vacant trail it smells like recess
California skies dim between our eyes
For the final time
Pomegranate seeds, smooth like a baby
Children of the earth
You spit 'em back at the dirt
A cool wind's pickin' up
Squinting in the dust
Said "give me back my car keys, i'm really not that drunk"
So come on already, i'm ready to go
You pull me close where i can't say no
But i'm not capable of loving you
I'm not capable of loving you
I'll never be capable of loving you
Any different than i already do
A cool wind's pickin' up
Adrenalin has long worn thin
Regret is building up
Just give me back my car keys