The party in the clouds floats over a viridescent canopy,
whisking me away on a rather lavishing odyssey,
Every time I inhale from anxious beginning to beguiling end,
Playing near the flat line where the fork will bend,
No matter how much blood I shed with broken windows,
I can’t get you out of my veins from which the white girl blows
The flames off all the candles planted in the cake
While matches ignite plants until everyone is baked
No matter how many I dance with too closely on the dancefloor,
I can’t get rid of the pain while I breathe in the clouds once more.
I lost my present when I lost you.
So it’s redundant to say to you
No matter how high the music gets loud
I lost myself in this party in the clouds.