A pack in my hand
The frost slowly creeping over my Toyota
The cold bed seemingly as comfortable as my home
Stars shining right above me
Only thing I need are the simple things
A beer and cigarette
They **** me, but I don't need them
I need the warmth of a fire
The childhood friend we all make to call you randomly to ask about your day
I don't need money
to just be happy
I'm here to stay and this mountain top is real beauty
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 7:26 PM UTC
A pack in my hand
The frost slowly creeping over my Toyota
The cold bed seemingly as comfortable as my home
Stars shining right above me
Only thing I need are the simple things
A beer and cigarette
They **** me, but I don't need them
I need the warmth of a fire
The childhood friend we all make to call you randomly to ask about your day
I don't need money
to just be happy
I'm here to stay and this mountain top is real beauty
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