I've Smoked Too Much - Lawrence Arabia

More than twice I’ve enjoyed the light of a wrapper

Rolled it up and blocked out the clatter

By braving up from the bows of the planet below (?)

I smoke the world’s problems in a cloak of illusion

And clarity comes from confusion

I don’t need much but the sound of a steel guitar

The sound of my own voice, the bell of a sad cyclone (?)

Once again I find my toenails need clipping

My tongue is numb, my nose has been dripping

I’ve been sniffin' for about a week now

My hair is lookin' duller and lengthy

It’s longer, I’ve never looked much like a gangster

But man, I don’t look like a gangster at all

There’s a sudden lack of excitement in my day

All my exhibition’s neighbors have moved away

I’ve smoked too much, I’ve smoked too much

And my mind is losing memories of your sweet touch

My lungs have never felt worse

That’s sort of a blessing in a curse

I’m looking through an empty verse and I see

The cleanness of my dreams all turn to dust.

Take the time of your life and times it by three

That’s what we get when we leave the city

You’re a pretty girl

But you look better in the country

We can sense each other’s thoughts all night

And stare into pupils under the moonlight

We won’t be apart until one of us is dead

But which one of us will that be?

There’s panic running through my head

I’ve smoked too much, I’ve smoked too much

And my mind is losing memories of your sweet touch

My lungs have never felt worse

That’s sort of a blessing in a curse

I’m looking through an empty verse and I see

The cleanness of my dreams all turn to dust