Blast Friend

Mornings at 5pm, I pick up the bong Recall a dream I had, and put it in a song To set the pace in my own race To find a place where I can always be wrong Warning, the gravity is dangerously low Falling back to Earth never felt so slow It's been 18 weeks Will you ever speak to me again Hold on tight for detonation Tragic blast friend There's something you should know I flipped through all the photos you gave me Couldn't find a single one that I liked So I threw them in the garbage And burned them out in the snow Hold on tight for detonation Tragic blast friend K, this basement's set to blow