When you look back at the notes
You poured out all your hopes
You wrote down the dates of your tokes
You wrote down how much you loved the blokes
They loved you too
And you can sit in your bedroom floor for hours
Reading about the emotional towers
That got destroyed with nuclear like powers
You can remember the thorns and the flowers
And the blood they bring up
Clean them up with your notes
And your tokes
And your blokes
And your hopes
Because it soaks up so well