Sitting at the edge of the Snake River Canyon
Blowing smoke into the wind
Both hands clench forever
Lethal daydreams have not the same distance they once did
Floating face down toward my muddy reflection
The entire world behind me
Drifting with the current into this ugly oblivion
Amphetamines and countdowns
Cigarette butts and my reflection
Trashcans from somewhere afar
Containing me here with that same windy song
These cliffs still paint that same beautiful misery
It lines the river with blood: It floods the water with tears
and smiles as if it's alive keeping me in her arms
Sitting at the edge of the Snake River Canyons
Thoughts are carried with the wind
One hand lets go; the rest is history
You know how these things go
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