oh, honey, you're so cool
with your half-lidded eyes and quarter-wit mind


when your best friends go by
the names of mary and jane
and the sky has gone purple
oh, you're flying high

when your pockets are full
and the clouds taste so sweet
oh, you're sailing smooth

when the dust particles
catch your eye and the
feel of their hands increases
the rate of your heartbeat
oh, you're moving fast

and when the risk seems so little
the blaring sirens seem so distant
and the hazy fog seems so thick
oh, you're lying dead