When You Roll A Joint Out Of My Heart
And Smile Like Tears That Are Ready To Faint When Held In The Palm
Know That During That Moment Of Intoxification
You Are Fed On The Sorrow Of My Sins
That At The The Tip Of Your Fingertips
Your Lips Consume My Choatic Skepticism
The Fact That You Are Working Out My Salvation
With A Good Buzz That Lets You Wander Far Down The Alley Of My Soul
Where You Will Still Be Sensible Enough To Leave
But Only Once In Your Lifetime
Only Once Going To Where There Is No Address
No Leisurely Path Amoung Favorite Winds