Smacky and Cracky

Donning stolen sunglasses submerged in sheep skin rugs, spinning our hero on a record you perfected my birthday with. The music hits our face with such force that our skin will remain youthful forever. We pour liquor into our bodies and let smoke pour out. You'll always be miming the words out the corner of my eye.

I once set my ambitions real high and didn't succeed and whilst I curled up on a friends bed, fatigue ridden and feeling sorry for myself. You took the glass of absinthe from my hand which I was too tired to lift to my lips and said the one and only thing that could manage to cheer me up and not piss me off.

I love when we take our fine ass's to dull parties because we know people need entertainment. We inject fuel into a scene that is nothing but an empty tank. We're a series of poses, our anecdotes strike crowds as the next one lingers in our mouths, ready to re-adjust faces into reactionary expressions.

We make life exactly the way I want it.
So to my best friend, and partner in crime, raise a glass to all of this...

[The magic haze]
Sometimes a part of my world flakes like ash to my feet
[and surreal ways]
or I cower in the shadows when I'm afraid of the heat
[when inspire flows]
Pretending to distant strangers my organs are carved out of granite
[and fame glows]
then you actually make me feel like I own this whole damn planet
[a winning team]
you conjure a whirlwind to whip me to the highest of heights
[the living dream]
while taking my hand and leading me into the silver light
[our own trend]
As we make art out of our lives and wait to be crowned
[will never end]
my fears, once predators, burn quickly to the ground
[my heart]
and as long as we're forging our fame and clinking our glasses
[in part]
we can spin the world ourselves whilst dancing on their ashes
[has flaws]
to be an eternal masterpiece, side by side we'll endeavour
[but it's yours]
we're immortal, because fictional characters live forever.