I can't feel my face.
I can't get outta this place.
Punk Rock daydreams.
And a nightlife of crime.
Can't afford good whiskey.
Can't afford good love.
But the breeze is free.
As is memory.
The side effects of regrets.
May cause gorilla arms.
Defy the doubt.
Wash it all away.
Relax, push, I can't kill ya.
Nor can I get the forever.
Stuck out of my teeth.
Shot on my iPhone, duh.
So come downstairs from your Heaven.
With nickels and nightmares.
And drink bathtub gin.
Disappear With me.