Okay.
When you move away,
you learn of a dependance you once had on the friends
with which you’d tend to spend your days
Summer waves; dancing in invisible heat
It was impressionable us and predictable me
Drinking different liquors, swerving around these evil thoughts
And getting swallowed by Tofino fog
If plans weren’t set, we’d just make something up
Those long perfect summertime nights fucked me up

The water in bongs bubbling
The rushes of euphoria coming in
I watched a couple friends get lost to those beautiful drugs
Looking for what all this shit was about
We’d press our lips against each others mouths

What doesn’t kill us makes us make our drinks stronger
We found we could find serenity inside a bong, or…
Inside a lady’s body, we could penetrate
And then escape with ecstasy, we’d take the bait - brain would break
Wasted days making memories out of thin air
Like, if I raised my arm to the sky I could get there
I heard if you want to waste your days letting your brain rot
Xbox marks the spot

I want to be cuddled in someone else’s bed on a Sunday morning
I want to feel the gentle skin and melt, melt, melt
The unsettling silence in my house won’t quell the sober lonely
Spooning my pillows to death, or rather distraction

I wish I could replay my memories on a tape
Maybe that’d be a bad idea anyway
Carefully pluck another hair from my scalp
Can’t decide if I need to get high or get help
These woman are cold like being cold is a passion
And wearing few clothes like being naked is fashion
Trying to wiggle out of this cursed skin
Knowing if I succeed, I’d probably crawl right back in

The world’s a fucked up place
I’m just trying to get on its level
As times applies wrinkles to my face
And cholesterol slithers in my veins
I’m just trying to get ahead
I got nights to forget
Wondering whether medicinal memories live on
or float away out of my head
In time, I will learn where they all go.
Lay me to bed to rest
Apollo is dead.