In Las Vegas (She Was)

The best thing that I ever wrote was a letter to my mother Written with my left hand

Stating I want to use other parts

Of my brain

Feels like I’m only using 10%

Now I’m relentlessly scratching some mosquito bite And I miss those thoughts

I cannot not sleep, cannot sleep

I have to save the world from evil misery Cannot leave, cannot leave

8 hours are expected of me

That letter never reached my mother and had no return address It is missing, yet

There’s nothing lost

A prize can take up no space, and fill an eternal heart

Save mean’s set free, don’t you think?

I cannot not sleep, cannot sleep

All the heroes unite and hands in on 3 Cannot leave, cannot leave

8 hours are quickly disappearing

It’s 9 o’clock in Las Vegas

I wish she still was in Las Vegas She was in Las Vegas

She was

It’s only 9 o’clock in Las Vegas

I wish she still was in Las Vegas She was in Las Vegas

She was

It’s only 9 o’clock in Las Vegas

I wish she still was in Las Vegas She was in Las Vegas

She was

It’s only 9 o’clock in Las Vegas

I wish she still was in Las Vegas She Was