I Used to Think That Wind Could Blow Me Away

The lithium mixes with the cigarette in a burst of colorful swirls of red and white smoke of wind. I start to make a plan. Formulate a plot to see you again. To breath her name in your singing ears your temples sweating in irony upon my chest. Let the pit of your heart ignite into the darkness of your room.Sing songs of light in times of dark. And turn bright purple and green in times of security. To the one I love Daisy.