Haven’t found the ashtray,
Air is thick in smoke,
Need to take a break.
So hard to breathe,
Water instead of air,
I want to be relieved.
Now that you called me,
Move heartchanis to my neck.
Ceiling rains down like it’s May,
The green sea is bleeding veins,
Someone,
Please,
Help my faith!
You can’t pretend,
I don’t need a cure,
I need a fire wood,
But my bad ways,
Won’t keep my head straight.
Can’t find my way,
Circling rooms in haze,
I hear squeaking,
I came so far, now,
I’ll cradle this down.
Please, darling,
Straighten your back,
You got books to write,
About all the places,
All the faces,
About the shoe laces,
That tie you down,
Down to the ground.
Baby,
Come on,
Now!
You can’t pretend,
I don’t need a cure,
I need a fire wood,
But my bad ways,
Won’t keep my head straight.
I gave you my sixth,
Baby mouse,
I have three more left.
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