ForTheRush
Bluelighter
Nothing matters
I find that im on auto pilot sometimes
maybe in a back alley in dc
maybe breaking into a car to shoot up
I meet people on the street and they become a friend
till they have to leave
but im always here
alone
Before sleep I feel great pleasure
I always awake to the same things
Has life lost its color
or have I?
THe more conscious I become the less I have to say
When people ask me to play beer bong I tell em Ill just have a beer
or not
I rather be a silent observer
Watch them bicker over a ping pong ball
Then someone says "are you stoned"
In wich I reply "no im just trying my hardest not to laugh"
I find that im on auto pilot sometimes
maybe in a back alley in dc
maybe breaking into a car to shoot up
I meet people on the street and they become a friend
till they have to leave
but im always here
alone
Before sleep I feel great pleasure
I always awake to the same things
Has life lost its color
or have I?
THe more conscious I become the less I have to say
When people ask me to play beer bong I tell em Ill just have a beer
or not
I rather be a silent observer
Watch them bicker over a ping pong ball
Then someone says "are you stoned"
In wich I reply "no im just trying my hardest not to laugh"
