You smoke the joint and blow out the smoke
Like you were born in the wrong generation, and I think it's dope
You studied the Victorians like I studied the veins of the road
And I bought myself cigarettes from the gas station
On my way to meet you, I seen a bird in the thick of trees
Like I was a child in the backseat, I stopped to look at the clock
How time stops, and maybe I'm so lonely
But you were so nice to me, I'll always remember that
You judged my teeth like I don't have a flow
But you know I really sit up at night, alone and thinking
I really write these poems, I really loved you
And you know I'm crazy, you know that I'm crazy
But you're crazy, and you know I like that
You know I like that
You smoke the joint and blow out the smoke
Like you were born in the wrong generation, and I think it's dope
You studied the Victorians like I studied the veins of the road
And I bought myself cigarettes from the gas station
On my way to meet you, I seen a bird in the thick of trees
Like I was a child in the backseat, I stopped to look at the clock
How time stops, and maybe I'm so lonely
But you were so nice to me, I'll always remember that.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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