Enjoyment
Of the superficial-fun
I admit
This time I'm done.

I erased,
My face.

Book is gone.

Gone to the tides,
Where I belong,
Alone at sea,
Where my true ship -- truly resides.

Gone astray
To find my way
By the clime
Of outer space
Yes
I miss you, Josh
We'll be friends again

I'll get you high

You'll speak the truth

No confession better
Than a healed one from the caine in you

Know what I mean..?
Shit, nowadays I feel infinite.
I'll always be there for you.