More than twice Ive enjoyed the light of a wrapper
Rolled it up and blocked out the clatter
By braving up from the bows of the planet below?
I smoke the worlds problems in a cloak of illusion
And clarity comes from confusion
I dont need much but the sound of a steel guitar
The sound of my own voice, the bell of a sad cyclone?
Once again I find my toenails need clipping
My tongue is numb, my nose has been dripping
Ive been sniffin for about a week now
My hair is lookin duller and lengthy
Its longer, Ive never looked much like a gangster
But man, I dont look like a gangster at all
Theres a sudden lack of excitement in my day
All my exhibitions neighbors have moved away
Ive smoked too much, Ive smoked too much
And my mind is losing memories of your sweet touch
My lungs have never felt worse
Thats sort of a blessing in a curse
Im looking through an empty verse and I see
The cleanness of my dreams all turn to dust.
Take the time of your life and times it by three
Thats what we get when we leave the city
Youre a pretty girl
But you look better in the country
We can sense each others thoughts all night
And stare into pupils under the moonlight
We wont be apart until one of us is dead
But which one of us will that be?
Theres panic running through my head
Ive smoked too much, Ive smoked too much
And my mind is losing memories of your sweet touch
My lungs have never felt worse
Thats sort of a blessing in a curse
Im looking through an empty verse and I see
The cleanness of my dreams all turn to dust