Thought I was high
Then, I felt a memory
Thought I was high
Thought I was safe
Then, I felt some emotion
What if I sold my soul for the green of grass?
What if I smoke my ambition in a bowl?
What if I bake the little dough I make?
What if I'm red-eye all day?
Then, I'm a peasant.
What if I send my nightmares away, ablaze?
What if I exchange the pain in my body for body rolls?
What if I buy a ticket to ride, unafraid of eyes?
What if I'm dead all day already?
Then, I'm lifted.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC
Thought I was high
Then, I felt a memory
Thought I was high
Thought I was safe
Then, I felt some emotion
What if I sold my soul for the green of grass?
What if I smoke my ambition in a bowl?
What if I bake the little dough I make?
What if I'm red-eye all day?
Then, I'm a peasant.
What if I send my nightmares away, ablaze?
What if I exchange the pain in my body for body rolls?
What if I buy a ticket to ride, unafraid of eyes?
What if I'm dead all day already?
Then, I'm lifted.
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