Lyrics:

Said you were going for some air
Said you were going for some air
You said you’d be right back
What were you trying to smoke a nine mile long cigarette?
I couldn’t sleep, I swore that you’d come home
Starting to think that the last time that I saw you
I was really talking to a ghost	          
Lint of a masterpiece in your black eyes there’s a fleck of white

Feels like I’m breathing too much air
It’s a poor mans high
If you weren’t so busy dying for a living
If you weren’t so busy trying to scare me away
You could’ve really been something great
Lint of a masterpiece in your black eyes there’s a fleck of light

Feels like I’m headed for clouds that won’t catch my fall
Oh the world won’t stop when you start to unravel
Used to sit on the water’s opposite side
Staring, imagining what it’d be like          			
Where we’re speeding, slapping the road, blue smoke pours out from your ride
Lint of a masterpiece in your black eyes there’s a fleck of white

I gotta get out of here
I  gotta get out of here!

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