9.4.09

weep

"Oh, she's only seventeeen......!"
while this guitar weeps.....

I smoke and see the world passing by, read my texts, and dance all night.
I can feel the cold or the rising hot in me.
I can fly higher than before.
I can dance all night.
I can be other one before the sunrise.
I can smoke and feel higher.
I am no one till the sun rises
I scream while I gently weep.
I can dance all night.

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