Looking For Alaska

I hope you're somewhere warm and white
Like the flowers in your car
You've escaped this labyrinth of suffering
Wherever you are
I got a piece of you
Tucked away deep inside my mind
Memories of your poetry
And drinking your cheap wine

Thomas Edison's last words were
"It's very beautiful over there"
I don't know where "there" is
But I believe it's somewhere
And I hope it's beautiful
Like you
You're beautiful
I never really knew you
At all

Your green eyes still shine with life
In my memory
Your smell of grass, vanilla, and smoke
Are still alive in me
I found a great perhaps
In Blue Citrus and the smoking hole
Your end was my beginning
With the kiss that I stole

Thomas Edison's last words were
"It's very beautiful over there"
I don't know where "there" is
But I believe it's somewhere
And I hope it's beautiful
Like you
You're beautiful
I never really knew you
At all

You were the storm that came and went
Like lightning
You struck me by surprise with the life I thought
You might bring
Someday I'll forget
Your boozy breath I can taste still
We'll always have Crest, pranks, and
Strawberry Hill

Thomas Edison's last words were
"It's very beautiful over there"
I don't know where "there" is
But I believe it's somewhere
And I hope it's beautiful
Like you
You're beautiful
And I'm still looking for you
Alaska