maybe it was the sixteen bars
or the sixteen hours
or the scent of desert flowers
got me drunk
got me dreamin
maybe it was the real ripping at the seams of yr mask
how fast we shed sick skin have thinned
air in valleys consumed
mountains
throbbing in my view
have worn stones
too
many burdens
carried
maybe it was the runaway fame
the shame in her eye
stopping for highway change
desert empty
empty me to be filled
follicles to grow again
gumball heaven
altitude
high
It's alright, It's Ok
It's Ok
To faint in living rooms alone
To wake to dogs panting
To panic in cities you have never slept in.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
maybe it was the sixteen bars
or the sixteen hours
or the scent of desert flowers
got me drunk
got me dreamin
maybe it was the real ripping at the seams of yr mask
how fast we shed sick skin have thinned
air in valleys consumed
mountains
throbbing in my view
have worn stones
too
many burdens
carried
maybe it was the runaway fame
the shame in her eye
stopping for highway change
desert empty
empty me to be filled
follicles to grow again
gumball heaven
altitude
high
It's alright, It's Ok
It's Ok
To faint in living rooms alone
To wake to dogs panting
To panic in cities you have never slept in.