sweet girl sweet girl your the only person alive even im dead
i play the instrument for douchebags and you play the one for angels
my mouth is dry and smells like pot I'd rather it smell like you I've lost all my money on bus trips to your house
you're house is so far so i live in my mind where you are all the time
my hands violently shake and move when im talking to you
this is stupid, not even poetry i dont know what it is, just fun and nostalgic. my visions going blurry and my brain is giving up quick
i think I'm done...for now,
I'll be back sooner than the lights go out
