Tripping

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