The way I hold in that smoke,
On a sweet spring night with friends I love,
I wish I could hold moments in the same way,
Only releasing them when I’m ready.
I’m just a queen sitting on top of a rosebush,
And you’re just a king with a paper hat.
I complain I’m tired of chasing you,
But I still wake up happy to see you.
You’re cracked like a tea cup,
And I’m just ****** up.
I'm surrounded by lights and beautiful things,
And I'm not beautiful yet, but I will be.
Dancing is free and loving is free,
And kissing and kush is all I need.