Smoke Me

Rub two sticks together, you don’t always get a fire
But I thought the spark we made was alright
And I have to say, I thought you’d be here by my side
Just don’t like singing about you like you’d died
Don’t like singing about you
Like you’d died
You might as well of though, the way I felt for ages
I’m still uncurling
Still checking out what’s hurting
Well tell me is it terminal? Oh God, I really hope not
Cause I just turned 27 and there’s so much road to travel
Although you were so beautiful
I got a road I wanna travel
So don’t apply a tourniquet, don’t start resuscitation
For interal bruises
Check first aid for losers
My heart is just a silly plant, it grows towards the sun
I’m gonna have to trick it, and turn the porchlight on
I’m gonna have to trick it soon, and turn the porchlight on
Well the sun is high today but the wind has got the stage
It’s iciness is taunting me to rattle my cage
I’m gonna walk down to the corner
Or even a little bit further
Wearing all the clothes I own but I’m not wearing any
Wearing all the clothes I own
But I’m not wearing any of your shit
You can put me in your pipe and smoke me