Smoke
Early morning and I'm breathing in the smoke in the air
Far away from all the noise and further from all my cares
Thought by now that I'd be leaving with this shit in my car
Dreaming where you wanna get is different from where you are

Within in your pretty painting, I can come alive
Pretending and happy endings, you might change your mind
Couldn't get it through to you until now
And there's no point of losing you if I'm down

Drawing lines and picking sides as if they're already there
Seasons change and people ain't and I suppose that it's fair
Being hеld down by the weight of evеrything that I said (that I said)
Paranoid about the world or someone else in my bed

Living with superstitions I spend days alone
Always been independent now you're on your own
Oh you know its no use fighting now
There may not be another way to help me out