(Source: lilaccian)
Ive been pacing all the back streets,
Small step cigarette in hand,
Both feet barely touching the ground,
And I cant find my lighter
My mouth is dry,
im going blind,
Im as high as a kite,
And I think I might die tonight
I cannot emphasise how much that all means to me. Thanks Mike for writing a tune that is basically highlighting a lot of my life.