A clarity that only comes after the Pacific Waves have washed away your pony.
On a day like today, so peaceful and beautiful driving on the beach, Guru's coming through the stereo, spliff machen as I drive, thinking of the dreams that I've strived. no reception on my dog and bone, leave'n all that drunken texting alone, not matter, I'd only use her to try and pick you up at a battlecrusier. He said She said lieing as ya'll puff, it's the same drama, you know that old stuff. sometimes being a friend just isn't enough. I'll do as I do and keep coming through and keep saying hi, but no mater how hard I try, every time, I ask myself why?