Funeral on Fire

Subway moves slow at night, like the whole train is tired
And there’s a good chance you don’t wanna see me
New York likes to watch me fail, I miss NorCal
Where a business card is just a jar of weed
Lie to me, like a dream, like the promise of fire
Can’t you see, if there’s room to sink
Then there’s gotta be a little room to get high
A little room to get high
Mmm-mm-mmhm-mm
The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference
Oh, wise ones teach me how to break through
Honor me, like a dream, like a funeral on fire
Can’t you see if there’s room to breath
Then there’s always a little room to get high
A little room to get high
A little room, a little high
Mmhmm