Smell the smoke in the morning from another's cigarette always
Seems to
Remind me of the time i've yet to face but better yet it
Reminds me of the sun
Two hours to soon when i want to be sleeping till well afternoon
It's things
Like these that remind me of why i'd live for the dream time
And die for the
Evening sky yes i love the evening when it all falls on me i
Wanna fly with the
Evening owls and sit beside them in the trees smell the sent in
The air slicing
Past blades of a fan lie awake here just thinking of just how
Long i can i can
If i try to not ask why my skull is my skyline my stars are my
Evening skys
It's things just like these that remind me of why i'd live
For the dream time
