All those people speak in rhymes
I feel it at night
You open your borealis
To see me with this chalice
Filled with white
And the brown in your eyes
Its the brain again
My
My lover
Good things always pass
My lover
Good is fast please make it last
Tonight
We'll fake it laugh and cry
My lover
My buzz
Jasmine liquid stains your memory
And leaves it here with me
To stare down the dark road
And feel it in your soul
Collides
Buy a new car, you can drive
I need to be weak for awhile