Shakey archery
Lazy stretch marks the best of me
Maybe I'll bite my tongue off to taste the concrete
Milk the sky
I'm trying to discover the colors too wild to describe with words
Because I just want to taste them
I'm too gone to reason
Too broke to reply
I wanna feel wavy just to be happy
You got me knocked out dressed on the floor
I never had a bad trip before, now I'm shook
Take this with a grain of salt until the bitter pill hits you
Then just think about it
I've got four twenties in my pocket
Quick shift then I got it. Blood straight to my sockets
If the ember burns like the end of the world
Ice cold on a dime I don't care if it hurts
Cough it up
I wanna feel wavy just to be happy
You got me knocked out dressed on the floor
I never had a bad trip before, now I'm shook
Take this with a grain of salt until the bitter pill hits you
Then just think about it
When it kills me, leave my body on the loveseat smiling
