Powdered clouds around these people I don’t really like Take another smell of that white My mental thoughts are going left but really I’m just wrong But two wrongs don’t make a right So I sit there in spite Of all the things you told me that night What you hated and how I was regret in your life You were always funny… that was a joke right? So I take another hit And lift into that high Coming back down I’m reminded why I took that flight Cause that purely white don’t hold me tight I tell myself wow I miss them So I take another hit till tomorrow land Take another lift and put you in that past Right now we smelling the pure too fine And right now you aren’t in my plans Take another hit