ETHEREAL

I'm so Edgar Allen Poe, got that clever, style and prose

Turn this pencil to a paintbrush, you just stand around and pose

You paint such a pretty picture, living out the highs and lows

Steady smokin till we high and we don't know to fly no more

I can't confirm if this world we live in is livable

I just know at ten below that you can wear my winter coat

And if the river's frozen over, walk on water, you can float

And I'll be right behind you, follow anywhere you go

Red thread of fate, our souls are tied

Andromeda drops in your eyes