I smell like cigarettes and blood
Like crashing my car
Getting together to do our thing,
Getting together to sing
Dreaming of oblivion
Yelling at my mom
Why didn’t you take your xanax?
And why can’t I operate this keyboard?
All of it underwater
And we still keep smoking
And dropping our pot
All over our writing desks
Dreaming, I’ve been dreaming
Dreaming of better days, brighter angles
All angels and what not
But nothing, no nothing comes close
To loving you.