Depression is a cycle
Midday sun got my belly cherry red like a wino
Teeth stained but albino
The spliff had my head spinnin' like a vinyl
I swear I used to know myself but what do I know?
I was dead upon arrival
Laying in the wake of every sin from out the bible
Top of Mount Olympus with a goddess on my lino
Says she not a singer but I make her hit the high notes
Bed look like the lido
She quick-witted, make ya wish you grabbed a biro
I trace her body till I see it with my eyes closed
Hand travels places only she and I know
Her legs shaking like she walkin' on a tight rope
Or forgot to draw the giro (fuck)
Guess she switched the plans
Woke up in the morning she was puttin' on her pants (where you goin'?)
She just worked a double, thought she booked it in advance
Maybe not, she's out the door before I took a second glance
And the kiss goodbye was awkward, accidentally touching hands
When yesterday she looked at me like I could be her last
Now it's feelin' different, Yoko Ono joined the band
All this Lennon or McCarthy chatter fuckin' up my plans
I walk her out as if I'm busy and it's grand
Spent the rest of Sunday evening watering the plants
Tryin' not to question whether we could ever last
I'm shadow boxin' with my demons
Who'd have thought they had some hands?
Momma watch the setting sun
Try to see what you have done
Turn your face and catch the light
Before it fades out of sight
It's probably been a half a decade since I been in love
And not for lack of opportunity, there's been enough
It's like I try my best to get 'em just to give 'em up
And half the time, it's like it's me I'm really running from
Shadows in the summer sun
Days were never long enough
Daisy chains and all them razor bumps
Before I really knew what lovin' was
I get nostalgic about the shit I used to have but never used to want
Start to miss her when the winter comes
Pissin' matches have ya pissin' blood
Used to act so cold and distant, I was slippin' up
Tell the truth, I kinda miss the verbal fisticuffs
And tryna make ya laugh
You crack a smile and slip me off the hook
Remember when you used to say I never listened much? (what you say?)
Stay distracted, lookin' into greener pastures in a different blunt
Double tappin' pics I probably shouldn't (who?)
Real specific ones (Betty)
Then I'd lie to you and reel ya back till we were kissin' tongues
Fight like cat and dog
Tryna deal with all my baggage, had to wish you luck
It was different times, we were smoking different stuff
Matter fact, I can't remember why I miss it much
Momma watch the setting the setting sun
It was different times we were smokin' different stuff
Try to see what you have done
Matter fact I can't remember why I miss it much
Turn your face and catch the light
It was different times we were smokin' different stuff
Before it fades out of sight
It was different times we were smokin' different stuff
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