I was sitting and thinking about those times when I was alone, then I realized that's most of the time.
I decided to imagine that there was a smile in my life, something that bound me to happiness even when times were bad.
I know it's just a day dream, because when I was way down, writhing on the ground, that stupid fucking smile was nowhere to be found.
If I've got to deal with the thought that life is just an unfortunate series of events, then I'm going to dream of something fantastic and stupendous.
I'm gonna dream I'm walking the streets of Paris, and that she was under my arm, we had been drinking and it was long into evening time.
Talks of this world, what to expect in the next, way to forgone to be trouble with thoughts of death.
We would be laughing and enjoying the city as seconds and minutes passed by.
She is so soft, warm, and smells so very good.
She wraps me up in her bullshit, protects me from myself.
My days pass by so quickly now, the sunsets lose there purpose, the stars don't shine so bright, and I sleep with her in my bed almost every single night.
See, that's what it is, in this life we involve ourselves with others to release ourselves from our minds.
We're always getting high, I get high on her, she gets high on me, high on the kids, computer, work, the TV.
How low have you been when it all goes away, down in a hole, wishing life away ?
See, I can't afford the good drugs, so I've got to settle for what I can get.
I take shots of hope, that maybe one day it will be my turn next.
So, light it up and take me away, it's something instilled in us as children, something wrong, not ok.
She's gonna walk with me in Paris, she's gonna make it go away.