Looking For Alaska

I hope you're somewhere warm and white, like the flowers in your car

That you've escaped this labyrinth of suffering wherever you are

I've 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 boozey breath I can taste still

We'll always have class 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