Through the trees
The sheen off my skin from
The moon while they sleep
Gasoline
Sniffing and huffing
I'll Never be clean
But you gotta do what you gotta
And I'll never do what they tell me to
Come with me
Burn a few holes in your brain
The moon isn't bright
And there's nothing in sight
But the feeling will
Remain the same
It's just something that's in my head
And it comes around
When I need to be reminded
Of what I'm not like now
Sure I miss those days I was in some daze
But I still could care
I don't want to make this about some way
That I felt for her