stoned

Anavitória

Yeah, yeah
She breaks down the pain
Yeah

She breaks down the pain, she rolls up the weed
She far from a saint, she s all that I need
She lost in her thoughts, so hardly she speaks
Her mind s always dirty and her soul s never free
(Woah-woah)

She never been a groupie (No way)
She just in love with the music
She watch depressin movies (Always)
Somethin from the 30s or the 40s
about a dependent house wife (Woah-woah)
She makes up her bed like she makes up her stories
Awake through the night, then she high from the morning
I wish she could feel me, she never felt nothin
Knock on her door, she let me come in (Woah)

I wish she would learn to laugh
Isolation, she lockin the bathroom door

Baby, let s get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song?
We can get stoned
I swear to God, heaven feels just like home
Let s go home

Yeah

And the water. It s shallow like the lies that she tells
Can t run from your shadow, can t hide from yourself
She hates that she cries when she s all by herself
And she s always all by herself (Woah-woah)

She hardly talks in conversation (No way)
But when she do, all her words get lost in translation (Always)
No, she can t move (Woah-woah-woah)
Cause she paralyzed from fear that she fantasized
The doctor tried to analyze
They can not find anything that s wrong with her
Her parents never got along with her
I had to make this song for her (Woah-woah-woah)

I wish she would learn to laugh
Isolation, she lockin the bathroom door

Baby, let s get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song?
We can get stoned
I swear to God, heaven feels just like home
Let s go home

Baby, let s get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song?
We can get stoned
I swear to God, heaven feels just like home
Let s go home

I wish she would learn to laugh
Isolation, she lockin the bathroom door

Baby, let s get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song?
We can get stoned
I swear to God, heaven feels just like home
Let s go home