the 1st time i fell in love i dont remember
my memory is bruised by chronic inhalation
but i never forgot her she is partially on my mind
if she's not with me then im looking for her
relentlessly and with a perseverance that is not in my normal nature
she brings me down or brings me up always makes me contemplate and is never to late
to be kissed by the only women that will never break my heart or those of others
its not a confession or a promotion of well being only a explanation of
the freedom that you feel when your body is literally floating like a balloon
zoning into space but gets burst when the air compression or a asshole
fucks up your ascension into the unknown down syndrome (pause)
but if your in control then let the drums rolls
she will make you feel like a breath of fresh air
you wont stop smiling
you will wonder why you didnt try her sooner
oh and its 4:20 stoners
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