Purple Haze

Purple haze got me phased, ceiling's rearranged, every thought I've entertained just slipped and got exchanged. Exhaling what remained, the ritual unchanged — been living in the grey where nothing gets explained. Cracked mirror, tired eyes, smoke curling to the skies, every scar a zip code carved in someone else's lies. Don't recognize the face but recognize the prize — prettiest things dissolve in front of open eyes. Candles in the rain, burning through the pain, nothing really stays the same, everything's a flame. Came and left no name, disappeared like steam — sweetest things were never real, just beautiful a dream. Memento on my chest, carpe on my breath, floating through the left side somewhere between life and death. Passing thoughts like something lit, exhaling all the rest, garden full of maybe, yeah, and roses repossessed. City never grieved, neon never ceased, fingerprints on everything I washed and then released. Some came in the summer, left me cold and creased — haunting every autumn like a rumor from the east. Dust to dust but first the drift, 3am and weightless lift, purple clouds and temporal rift, every moment just a gift that slips. Candles in the rain, burning through the pain, nothing really stays the same, everything's a flame. Came and left no name, disappeared like steam — sweetest things were never real, just beautiful a dream. Standing in the violet haze now, holding ash like it was always meant to crash. Vapor, violet, lace, dissolving into space — whole damn point was just to softly leave a trace.