Bellevue Days - Capability, Capacity

I sat in the car with the radio off,
but the sound of my heart beat louder than a drum.
"Be cool" she said, "when you're dead, you're dead",
and lit up my cigarette.

man it feels so good.

Don't wait til I come down,
it was you who said to me,
death is prettier in trees.
I made my way through veins down back streets.
My demons came in threes,
affordable and cheap.
They keep me company.

So we left my place, picked a gram up on the way,
with our loose change we made from others mistakes,
such sleight of hand for a junkie,
could be the demons in me.

I'd give it up, but I've still got one more gram in me,
to fend off all my sad.
So load it up, don't you know we're all just chasing,
something we never had.