Cruising through the neighborhood heading west
In the back of the car taking it to the chest
Thinking about you, but not for long
So long as I take another hit from the bong
I keep talking about you
The homies give me heat
The fog gets denser
My shoulders get tenser
I think about your golden hair
And snap back to reality
Getting ashes all over what I wear
Grey as grey
I push my homies out of the way
Get out of the car
I fall on to the sand
With the bottle in my right hand
Try to take a swig
Close my eyes and wish you were there
I should not even care
I climb to the edge of the cliff
Take another hit from the spliff
I jump off the edge of the west
I fall almost to my death

Close your eyes and it will all be over they said
But when I opened them again I woke up in my bed