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Mona Lisa Was A Stoner

 

Mona Lisa Was A Stoner


I'm feeling blue when I drink alone
I'm feigning death, I don't care at all
I'm full of shit, writing's on the wall
My cliché is niche, it is my own
My body's a temple, it's overflowed
In bed with the poison I wished you'd cloned

And my mullet's growing, it aches to flow
Eyes photochromatic, the sun is home
It's also got [?] iPhones
With touch security, thanks Steve

Mona Lisa was going through it
Screaming, "Good doctor, I really blew it
And I don't wanna sit through this
Anymore, anymore"
Mona Lisa was just a stoner
She would've loved I'm a loner
Darling a rebel
Smile wide, smile wide

Got a new tattoo, got a bag of bones
Damned if I do, what if I don't
Get famous enough
Before I change my name or fall in love?
Twist the knife, hit the floor
Kill the lights and kiss
The silence between us
In this sacred space of intravenous
Absolution

Mona Lisa was going through it
Screaming, "Good doctor, I really blew it
And I don't wanna sit through this
Anymore, anymore"
Mona Lisa was just a stoner
She would've loved I'm a loner
Darling a rebel
Smile wide, smile wide

No more journals in my locker
There's no one left for me to talk to
No surprise at nothing cautious
Some of those days have been forgotten
No more journals in my locker
There's no one left for me to talk to
No surprise at nothing cautious
Some of those days have been forgotten

Mona Lisa was going through it
Screaming, "Good doctor, I really blew it
And I don't wanna sit through this
Anymore, anymore"
Mona Lisa was just a stoner
She would've loved I'm a loner
Darling a rebel
Smile wide, smile wide

No more journals in my locker
There's no one left for me to talk to
No surprise at nothing cautious
Some of those days have been forgotten
No more journals in my locker (flowers bloom and they've got love)
There's no one left for me to talk to (but breaking in your baseball gloves)
No surprise at nothing cautious (probably stupid, righteous stuff)
Some of those days have been forgotten (I'm feeling like I'm not enough)
(Flowers bloom and they've got love
But breaking in your baseball gloves)

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