I
M a substance addict, i confess
addicted to words
but my vessel to elucidate my best
is a warm floaty feeling late in the evening
where im wondering if im dreaming...
or if its nighttime one could surmise
its no surprise that this would be a nightmare
preteen scene queen ran out of makeup
with nothing pretty to wear
for that date she made with doom
fairwell lonely maiden, now you've found a groom
he'll keep you close and dear, nothing left to fear
just remember to tip your bartender, and not your last beer
or you'll remember that you're dreaming...
that everyone is not what you believe in
that left is west and right is north
where countries kill for oil and sport
and distract you with games on concrete courts
was it hyde park you sunk your best hoop
or where enzo released his best shoot
you wrestled in the paint and spent less than 3 in the key
keep up the dream, cuz inside these bars aren't free
1 liter for each 9 millimeter...
some people say im an escapist
or maybe im a dreamer
but im not the only one
yoohoohoo.
