Drowning in a muddy mind,
So high in the sky;
That I could feel the clouds.
Spinning around,
Feeling like I could take on the world.
Grinning like a mad dog,
Will I inject another shot of Mr. Cloud Nine.
He takes my hand and spins me around,
We're moving to the beat, doing the tango.
He promise sweet nothings,
Makes me feel a sense of alive,
I feel so empowered with him by my side.
He offers me his cigar,
I take it knowing I'm already too far gone,
Mr. Cloud Nine is my sweetheart,
He promises to never let me go.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
Drowning in a muddy mind,
So high in the sky;
That I could feel the clouds.
Spinning around,
Feeling like I could take on the world.
Grinning like a mad dog,
Will I inject another shot of Mr. Cloud Nine.
He takes my hand and spins me around,
We're moving to the beat, doing the tango.
He promise sweet nothings,
Makes me feel a sense of alive,
I feel so empowered with him by my side.
He offers me his cigar,
I take it knowing I'm already too far gone,
Mr. Cloud Nine is my sweetheart,
He promises to never let me go.
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