get high on your own supply
dead inside, anything besides wise
truth only kills those who can’t relinquish
maybe lock & key to my heart at the music festival
guess you could run off to the woods
i’m in a dungeon i made a castle
girl softens my heart for the blow
i’m up again, then there i go crashing out
used to a hard fall
sometimes you jus cuddle into the pillow
sometimes smoking a cigarette in the rain
10x better
than almost anything
what even is the obsession with sex
honestly never knew what love was
thought i did… drugs always found me
depression & obsession plays by xxx
but then moonlight plays next by xxx
let’s pretend we’re numb
mdma 4ever in the graveyard
believe in love? yea… i’d love if i found any
i can’t waste my time chasing the breeze
i’ll find the plug wherever & come up
music & nicotine is ecstasy when tapped into
who cries tears over coffee
jus the therapy session i only pay a buck for
boys don’t cry
big girls don’t cry
what’s with all this talking? i’d rather jus get high
even if that’s jus Nirvana
felt in the beat & some sublime vibe & feeling
coursing through my veins, all fucks fading to mist
i refuse to tend my own grave
and if it brings you to your knees
it’s a bad religion
memories of making out
all the whole thing was ever about
was about energy, music & poetry
i could care less about some manipulative agenda
yea, i’ll get a bag
nah, i’m not going to feel a type of way
rather jus get high 6 feet above the moon
believe half of what you see
…and none of what you hear
i was never really listening anyways
to anything except the music
some cigarillo in the breeze
Bones singing on TimeshareCondominium:
”But the music’s got into me, and it took away my soul
I just wanna rock, headbanging to the ‘knot
Bitch, I Bawitdaba, never callin’ it off
Never fallin’ at all, never worry ‘bout a thing
Everything is just peaches, I’m smokin’ in the breeze
Sittin’ in the shade underneath the weepin’ willow
Blunt guts on the grass, unraveling cigarillos
And I think, now this is really nice
Breathin’ in the dope, watch the clouds roll by
This can’t be real life
Everything’s a dream, I don’t need to shut my eyes
Now this is really nice
Drugs on fire, cold water on ice
This can’t be real life”
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