this cloud has been hovering here
for weeks
i've been chasing this dragon
down all these dirty streets
i left a note
just as proof i wasnt there
i cant escape this paranoia
it seems to seep out everywhere
and im hearing your voice
i know you're not there
it's got to be a voice in my head
because it's been
3 months 5 days and 6 hours since you went away
since you put a bullet in the blue sky
i think im not chasing the dragon
im washing away those times
when you and me would sit
and watch the stars die
but for right now im flying pretty high
still walking these same streets
looking for the answers
looking to wash away you and me
because this dragon is my friend
the friend thats sure to kill me

(in case you didnt understand the metaphors this is about hiding in
intoxication (drugs) to get away from the pain of mourning)
 
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