I protect myself and go slow
Pick the tiniest star to call my own
Anything bigger wouldn't do
A thick cough like that would split you
And i even know what to call it's colour
A deeper shade of grey
Monday morning, I'm all fucked up
Did all the drugs now I'm stuck in the clock
Still try to figure out what the time is
At least there's a little something left from that little joint, left for me
Still try to figure out what the deal is
What's that use for? there's a little something from that joint
Text. Sandkamper
