Used to always want to sleep.
Used to want to (but couldn`t) leave,
And I barely found the way.
Through the darkness and the trees
There were thoughts attacking me.
I saw the some come, in New Orleans,
Through the window n the front,
We just smoked and watched it come;
Being lazy with the gray light
In the back room,
Where we could talk and all,
But we were burnt.
We got our wards back with the morning
And we`ll say anything we want,
Though we don`t know what we don`t know
About having time away.
I know you miss things everyday.
Certainn things made you feel safe,
And I had mine saving me.
How fleeting they came to be,
Certian things made me feel needed.