WIP

there's no such thing as a lucky cigarette

there's no such thing as how it should have went

there's no such thing as too much gasoline

cause baby i can drive for as long as i can breathe

as long as i can breathe

as long as i can breathe

 

its nameless, but you can't be mistaken

a strange face in the crowd theres no displacement

im tempted to vent this but kept it separate

like the salad with the side, talkin about that dressing

like I'm just sittin here resting my mind,

I've been questing for far too long to describe

im wrestlin with these questions and vibes,

they'll never be gone unless my brain is fried

so please don't say your words, don't put me in your thoughts

they've already tried but I dont fit in a box

and they talk and talk through rain and drought

raised the fists and fought, then everyone forgot