I'm the type of guy to have a secret family and still find time to be by myself. I know it's my fault but I'm not worried, I'll smoke all afternoon 'til my eyes get blurry. And I'll laugh because the joke's on me, as the weed lulls me to sleep.
I am only dreaming of you with your long blonde hair and how you really don't care what your friends think of you anymore and how punk that is.
So I'll do blow and go to that orgy and bore myself to death and fall asleep to your old favourite movie. I'll sing of sweet salvation, of ditching my belongings and turning tail and heading to another nation. There's no hope, yet I'm hoping the next match I light to night will start a fire and burn my entire being up, or spark my burning out. I don't know what to do about you. I never had another plan other than to get close to you.
released December 1, 2013
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