The 22 38 - 8STOPS7

My finger skips the page this masquerade, my guilty pleasure

I keep spilling over headlines, this one catches my good eye

Correspondence stops and congregations form

On paper and glass with plastic remorse

We should anticipate to walk away with full disclosure

Transparent and hovering over all our friends and family

And we take our leave from this violent shore

To retrace our steps and lay down our oars

And we all got high

Yes we all got high

Take our lead from ghosts

We walk side by side

You just wait, just wait, just wait

Herein lies the ruse

The wretched cliche

Nothing ever seems to change

We hold nothing back

To stop ourselves from being

Tethered to this world

And we take our leave from this violent shore

To retrace our steps and lay down our oars

And we all got high

Yes we all got high

Take our lead from ghosts

And walk side by side

Yes we all got high

Yes we all get high

And you give me yours

And I hand you mine

You just wait, just wait, just wait