Take me down that yellow brick road
I want to see all the broken people
searching for solace in those old stones.
One by one they wander through
smokey air and blood stained eyes
in search for the place where no one cries.
Sweet Maryjane won't you be my guide
traveling through space til
I've lost my mind

Sometimes I wish I could talk to you again
because I don't really know what love is
but I find myself out of breath
when I think about the way your lips
trailed down my neck
or the way your eyes seemed
to pierce into every crevice of my body
and I wonder if love feels like this
But how could something so wonderful
feel so suffocating?
Sometimes I wish I could talk to you again
because I have found I love to
have the wind knocked out of me

I always compared you to the stars
like the way your freckles seemed to spread across the sky
or the way I would look at you
on the loveliest of nights
but would still have that sadness in my eyes.
I always compared you to my stars
because you were everywhere
in my mind during the night
but you never saw my sun,
the best part of me.
You always compared me to smoke
the way my smile comes fast
and fades slowly
or the way I have the tendency
to be here now
but leave before you can cough.
You always compared me to smoke
because you say I poison your mind
but living without me is unimaginable.
You are my stars
I am your smoke
like the sun needs the moon
I lay you down
We want to compare
So I blew my smoke
to the stars
but the wind carried it
the other way.