They bonded over drugs and poetry,
Floating into words and smoke,
They had no other place to be.
High, they were so high,
The ground never felt this fake.
"Hold my hand so i can fly",
Falling asleep yet I'm awake.
How did we scramble?
Buried in my soul,
You sold my love and there was nothing for me to take away.
It's hot, It's cold,
I can feel down through my bones
I can even feel the atoms
Exploding each inch of my lungs.
You left, I stayed,
I didn't even know what to say,
And my poem you threw it away,
So instead I'll keep fading to grey.
They bonded over drugs and poetry, (drugs and poetry)
Floating into words and smoke,
They had no other place to be. (drugs and poetry)
High, they were so high,
The ground never felt this fake. (drugs and poetry)
"Hold my hand so I can fly",
Falling asleep yet I'm awake.
(solo)
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