This slippery slope, this shred of hope
The shit i'm in is a ship of ghosts
haunting me, taunting me
Her smell was heaven to me
But i lost my words and melodies
I’m getting anxious, struggling to breath
The beauty of her surface,so clear to me
so i let you go
They won't let us speak
won't let us hear
won't let us feel these feelingswe want to feel
So we go to the places we want to go
in our heads, this world is in our heads
This stone is left unturned
This stoner is left unharmed
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