You know those times
Those times when you wake up and every breath feels like speed
Every blink gets you higher
And every sniff feels like euphoria
A flicker of shadow looks like a rainbow
And the smell of dog **** could be bottled and worn
And you'd happily be an ambassador
So much so that you contemplate getting naked in the cold
Relinquishing the truth that your tackle would be non-existent
Because you couldn’t give a **** freedom ain't malignant
And don’t need to be
Coz days like these
When in the face of rage you feel the breeze
And you stay dry in the rain
Beaming a smile that doesn’t wain
Inside screaming out
Little ticket tout
My lady soul
She’s on fire.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
You know those times
Those times when you wake up and every breath feels like speed
Every blink gets you higher
And every sniff feels like euphoria
A flicker of shadow looks like a rainbow
And the smell of dog **** could be bottled and worn
And you'd happily be an ambassador
So much so that you contemplate getting naked in the cold
Relinquishing the truth that your tackle would be non-existent
Because you couldn’t give a **** freedom ain't malignant
And don’t need to be
Coz days like these
When in the face of rage you feel the breeze
And you stay dry in the rain
Beaming a smile that doesn’t wain
Inside screaming out
Little ticket tout
My lady soul
She’s on fire.