Ecig

Pull the knife from my back
And show me the color
Is it red, is it black?
Just hand it over
The wound pulses like a rusted swing set
And now the higher I get
Off my my electronic marijuana cigarette, I feel regret
So hold pressure where it lack
'Cause I could lose a lot of black blood
The black blood that dresses the macerate edge
Drips into buzzards that follow you, my friend

Oh, my friend, I still see you in your bed
Resting beside me with an elbow bent
Arrested Development playing over and over again
Oh, my friend, I still see you in your bed



Credits
Writer(s): Conner Reeves, Davis Stewart, Jack Nugent, Noah Kurtz, Shane Barton
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