Lana had been touched
In a dream by a stranger the night before
Ate too many hits and late at night we tripped
Startled than haunted by some random strangers at bodegas
The night before vanished at the last second
Collapse to the ground
Let the colors spin
And when you open up
Don't reel it in
Chelsey is chef for the day
She made breakfast for all of her friends
But vanished at lunch, where did she go?
Standing in the driveway, I forgot to go to work again
I can't get a ride or find my car I got there after close