In(hail the high)
Ex(hail the habit)
In(hail the escape)
Blowing away the aches
of winter-worn bones
My darling and I
name the smoke ghosts
wave goodbye to our demons
as they billow and float
up
up
away to the nicotine graveyard
dug deep in the sky
In(hail the hope)
Ex(hail the escape)
Though
ever approaching is our fate
the high will end
we must awake
reality waits
with a gun and a snake
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
In(hail the high)
Ex(hail the habit)
In(hail the escape)
Blowing away the aches
of winter-worn bones
My darling and I
name the smoke ghosts
wave goodbye to our demons
as they billow and float
up
up
away to the nicotine graveyard
dug deep in the sky
In(hail the hope)
Ex(hail the escape)
Though
ever approaching is our fate
the high will end
we must awake
reality waits
with a gun and a snake