I used to smoke joints with the fly
on the wall inside my mind every night
until she told me she was only capable of loving her dog.
Once,she tattooed my hand in a stranger's saliva
to show me how free music is.
She said, "if you aren't living on the edge
then you are taking up too much room."
So I followed her to California where I saw the earth' s curve
and realized the edge is overrated.
Eleven years high; four days to overdose.
With Sailor Jerry's and Molly's eyes,
I refused the line off her ass and the one off her tit
As I turned my head to see the dead bodies on our way to Vegas.
I left her jellyfish cloud for the floor,
and after that she left me in Wyoming.
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