No, she don't like to get high, but I bet that's obvious
Cheap thrills and good vibes, I'm a bit of a hobbyist, pink clouds become ominous
In summer nights, flickers of shadows and souls as the bonfire ignites,
Hammock so snuggled tight, I didn't mean to wake her
I pass her some blankets and catch a whiff of her fragrance
Now I'm intoxicated with fabricated insanities
Like we could runaway and start a new humanity
Or maybe we could end the current shared illusion
Lies have planted trust issues so deep rooted
Like pink clouds her soul is beautiful but polluted
Erase the discontent of her previous existence
Grab my ink and lay down some permanent additions
I believe in the death of the emotions you thought could live forever
I'm here to tell you my affection will get the better of you
Alleviate all the pressure you allowed someone else to do
