Hashish Christo
I could be the thing you need, but isn't that just self-deceit?
My mouth is dry and even that could be a lie I tell myself
As to why I won't go out at night.
Sit down be slow, this is not apart from one of those..
..Rigorous nights of thought repetition.
The costume you wore is freaking me out.
This bands really loud, and in my head.
These rigorous nights are all that we have
it keeps us together through to the day.
We'll learn to go save with time,
but then end up fading,
separating on the way.
I'm a pro, when I'm alone.
Snap Me back to the rubble strips in the road
after what I just told.
Snap Me back
and abandonment has never felt so good
With all the native souls and the
camping grounds of our siren towns where we,
feast like animals on the self-esteemed young vegetables
'cuz they have feelings too.
Everyone's a long shot,
I forgot,
I would really like to
but I can't even with my Nikes on.
They say it's something about my inhibitions
to keep these conversations alive
you know I would really like to, but I can't.
So I'll leave this song to remind me how the good times
have found their way in front of my ((((eyes))))
Bong rips with The King Of Heck
It's a backpack, stones and shit
It's a bay hat, compass stick
Beer box, mountain kids
Bellingham, Washington
Bong rips with The King Of Heck, It's a bomb