Come out of a fireball
Notes burning and the letters scrawled
I
Back on the corner
I'm singing the blues
I can see my
Well, he packed up his suitcase
'Cause the deal gone down
She
We were coming down the old turnpike
Horse hooves pounding, sledgehammer
Caught like a deer in my own headlights
Frozen on this
In the forest of no gravity
Where birds mock reality
We laid
Close some air
Choking in clean underwear
Bleeding tongue
8-Ball pounding in my
Old school
He's the old school
he don't say
when he's hurtin'
he'll
I've been too long with my nose in a book
I
