in search of: smoke
Jake gagnon
(smoke)
(smoke)
(smoke)
I'm so hard upon myself sometimes I cage it in
Ran out of innocence
And now i'm smoking it
This life it's all pretend
My microphone protects me
From this infared
Im searching for a new fix something that doesn't bend
I'm searching for a new high one that doesn't end
But I don't make no sense
Did I get my evil eye to cleanse or bring em in
Here we go again
(smoke)
My temper up and down like stocks and bonds mixed cookie tins
We reaching in a jar we greedy got some crooked hands
