Fumbling down east
On east hastings street
Footpath, blanket stores
Down at our feet
It's eight PM but they all
Just don't care
They trip and we tell ourselves
Not to stare
When in Jericho down at the beach
A place where those
Black rabbits meet
It's hard to tell
If they're all really there
Numb gums and I tell myself
Not to care
Sometimes it treats me like a psycho
But I can tell you really loving dope
And I'm tumbling down a spiral
And grab pen to make
Some sense of me
Sketching on scars
Scribbling on feet
You drew me off guard
While you're feeling sweet
Shifting apart our colors meet
Your system restarts
While I'm tripping on weed
Bleaching clean I'm pacing
When my eyes and a scary sign meet
Shout and scream
When a coyote is seen
And I envision this terrible
Blood list machine
Sometimes it treats me like a psycho
Cause I can't tell the good
From trippy shit
When I'm dumpling down a spiral
And grab pen to make some sense of me
Sketching on scars scribbling on feet
You drew me off guard
While I'm tripping on
Bad weed
Old speed
Strange leads
Salty sweets
