Wrong side of the morning. Watch what you say when every word is a warning. Why don't you just tell me what you're gonna do?. . Hard side of the evening.
Last thing I remember. I was sitting by the window. Speeding like a bullet. Through an urban jungle ruin. . That was when I heard the sound. . The smoke was like a blanket.
The feelings linger on. The clors flashing. The way we've been let down. Was like a wave crashing. Thrown against the shore. In a foreign country. With all my memories.
Blown out. Blissed out. Blacked out. Ran until I fell out. Burned out. Turned out. Death is on my shoulder. Yet there's. Peace here. Chasing down the meaning.