Weed Tent

Looking at you on a glossy screen

As one could guess I see the hazy reflect in me

Like a vision of angels or Santa on Christmas Eve

Incense halo and us on a screen

Saint Stephen was stoned when he went

And glady crystallize in this moment

But I gave up thinking about you too much for Lent

Saint Stephen was stoned when he went

How could I be like a martyr

When I don't really wanna die?

Missing you would be much harder

But it's easy for us not to try to ever meet eyes

Joshua tree mountain near our campsite

At first, I thought the cactus was a needled cross

So I climbed atop to try to talk to Jesus

Believed my eyes and cut off both it's arms

Saint Stephen was stoned when he went

I'd spend eternity in our weed tent

But it already kills me to think of all our time spent

Saint Stephen was stoned when he went

How could I be like a martyr

When I don't really wanna die?

Missing you would be much harder

But it's easy for us not to try to ever meet eyes

Blind by our separate skies

A screen in the light

I, saw your face in mine, it felt fine

Your picture, I kissed ya, mirror make out

Your picture, and my picture

Engage in a monogamous relationship

Independent of us

So, how could I be like martyr?

How could I be like a martyr?

How could I be like a martyr

When I don't wanna die?