High roller High dice. High systems running through the clouds. on step two steps and we are ruling the table...let's run this town tonight. Let's do this thing and forget all the troubles in your past. Let's say we'll hit the hard 8 and go on our way. Twin fours, identical red and bound to the white dots on the faces we try. we stop and then the rhythm picks up again like we didn't know how. Chocolate croissants from Bouchon bakery and we had the Grand Plateau and I hope you liked it. sometimes things come out that you never wanted to say and you wish the hot tub time machine was real. Sometimes you want to take things back, but you put the bet down and you have to run with it. sometimes things are somewhere, and that's why she is so beautiful. we make scrabble words from the scraps of our minds and smoke fake cigarettes. that was cute and we document it with a digital photo that's held in our computer phone along with the disc space cat. Money cat and lucky bamboo, but you still don't hear me. How many times do I have to explain this. A sound on the ceiling and I think someone is crawling up there. or it could just be my ears and the imagination of a thousand suns.