Blast Friend

Mornings at 5pm, I pick up the bong
Recall a dream I had, and put it in a song
To set the pace in my own race
To find a place where I can always be wrong

Warning, the gravity is dangerously low
Falling back to Earth never felt so slow
It's been 18 weeks
Will you ever speak to me again

Hold on tight for detonation
Tragic blast friend
There's something you should know

I flipped through all the photos you gave me
Couldn't find a single one that I liked
So I threw them in the garbage
And burned them out in the snow

Hold on tight for detonation
Tragic blast friend
K, this basement's set to blow