Stoned and on the Run (I don’t want this reality)

She was slightly more honeysuckle than hell

You couldn't see that In her eyes, not always.

But, sometimes she'd turn... Just right

And you could still see the innocence inside her.

Somewhere through the inked out skin and the bubble wrapped dream.

She was there

Some sweet summer night in No Where, Virginia with No Where, Kentucky on my mind.

And her Appalachian twang echoing down the creeper trail.

Stoned and Running from life and love and Reality...