Teeth: Road bends

Smoking on my last stick
Looking as the clock ticks
I’m burning now
thinking ’bout how life was

I walk the lonely bend
holding on to a pen in my mind
I wrote this song not knowing where to end

I walked the lonely bend
hold on to a friend in my life
I walked the road that seemed to never end
like the deepest planet
And you’ll always be something in my memory
And you’ll always be never a reality

This may be my last stick
losing off like magic
I fall around, thinking about how life was