Tripping - Elm Tree Circle

Fumbling down east on hastings street

Foot-path, blanket stores at our feet

It’s 8 pm but they all just dont care

They trip n I we tell ourselves not to stare

When in jericho down at the beach

The place where those black rabbits meet

It’s hard to tell if they’re all really there

Numb gums and i tell myself not to stare

Sometimes it treats me like a psycho

But I can tell you really loving dope When I’m tumbling down this spiral

And grab pen to make some sense of me

Sketching on scars

Scribbling on feet

You drew me off guard

While you’re feeling sweet

Shifting apart

Our colors meet

Your system restarts

While I’m tripping on weed

Bleached clean im pacing down at the creek

When my eyes and the scary sign meet

Shout and scream when a koyote is seen

And I envision this terrible blood lust machine

Sometimes it treats me like a psycho

Cause I can’t tell the good from trippy shit

When I’m tumbling down this spiral

And grab pen to make some sense of it

Sketching on scars

Scribbling on feet

You drew me off guard

While I’m tripping on Bad weed

Old Speed

Salty Sweets

Strange Leads