Weed Tent

Looking at you on a glossy screen
 As one could guess I see the hazy reflective me
 Like an expectation of angels or Santa Clause on Christmas eve
 Incense halo and us on a screen
 Saint Stephen was stoned when he went
 And I'd gladly crystallize in this moment
 But I gave up thinking about you too much for Lent
 Saint Stephen was stoned when he went
 How could I be like a martyr
 When I don't really wanna die?
 Missing you would be much harder
 But it's easy for us not to try to ever meet eyes
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 Joshua tree mountain near our campsite
 At first, I thought the cactus was a needled cross
 So I climbed atop to try to talk to Jesus
 Believed my eyes and cut off both its arms
 Saint Stephen was stoned when he went
 And I'd spend eternity in our weed tent
 But it already kills me to think of all our time spent
 Saint Stephen was stoned when he went
 How could I be like a martyr
 When I don't really wanna die?
 Missing you would be much harder
 But it's easy for us not to try to ever meet eyes
 Blind by our separate skies, a screen in the light
 I saw your face in mine and I felt fine
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 Your picture, I kissed you, mirror makeout
 Your picture and my picture
 Engage in a monogamous relationship independent of us so
 How could I be like a martyr?
 How could I be like a martyr?
 How could I be like a martyr when I don't wanna die?