Music and Lyrics by E. Tenenbaum
watch the night ignite
at the end of a cigerette
and a bottle of 45'
to drown us whole
douse
my soul
so stop
take your hit and go
once you view from the top
realize it's not so bad x2
not so bad...
feel your ragged breath
float away from this crooked room
and the feelings
i can't supress
till it escapes
this hollow color and shape
