Someone call the forth ride. And I would call it cocaine crazy. Calling off the spot light,. Running off the Gods that made me. . I'm not afraid to die,.
Well this life can be such a devil. So I wrote the songs about angels. I took my coat I went to the city. I drank and I dropped and isn't it pretty. .
She asked 'how's Seattle' in some motherly talk,. Its okay, its mostly grey,. I think I'm just leveling off.. . And sometimes I think I'm running around,.