Smoke - Exit Ten

By God I hope

You’re not up in smoke

You lay me too thin

I can’t cope with more than four friends

I’ve not the space in my life

For all this socializing

We creep ever closer to the eye of gloom

Wait on me

I’ve seen struggling

Forever hold

Walk with me

Weights on me, I’m seen

Struggling, for a foothold

Walk with me while

We will not

I can do anything

It all depends

I trust no one, but myself lately

We’re all

We’re all lost

We’re all lost

We’re all lost

I hope you’r not