I sing to the moon
Hoping that you hear me
Like a wolf without a pack
You invade my thoughts
Live in my dreams
So I'm cracked up on caffeine
Trying not to sleep
Since I can't stand to see you, unless its real.
You're my insomnia
*Keeping me awake at night

I get these moments of clarity
Moments when I realize
That in the end I may be ok
Moments when I realize
Maybe someday she'll be mine
And for now
All I can do is write
So I've imbued my heart in my words
If she reads them
Well I hope she feels the beating in every verse
Im sure she has moments too
When she stops and wonders
If it'd be better if it was me instead of him
If maybe there was a mistake
Or if she even feels for me
So I guess in the end
Everyone has there moments, right ?

Get me out of this place
This so-called "home"
This place where I'm pinned with all these accusations
Away from this oh so righteous step father
Who always says that I am selfish
Exclaims that I'm going nowhere
The man who calls me worthless and irresponsible
And speaks as if he's so much better
He's only where he is
Due to the adopted father
Who just happened to be wealthy
Paid for all his wants and needs
And created this thing before me

For some reason your words anger me
So much it's driving me insane
You argue with the same old things
Thinking to yourself that you are right
But soon enough you'll realize
That I was worth keeping around
Because once I leave
I'll cut all ties
To this ****** so-called "home".

I shoot up with the thoughts of you
I smoke to your embrace
You are a drug
My addiction
You are the thing I need
You keep giving me signs
And I hope that you'll stay
But I know you never will

Each word of a poet
Carries things most cannot comprehend
Each letter bears a piece of their mind
A part of themselves.
Each phrase is important
Every word is precise

Unless of course we're just having fun.
With that
Enjoy deciphering our deep backgrounds
Or our satirical play on words and the mind.

People have always told me,
If you have nothing good to say.
Then say nothing at all.
So, now people wonder why I barely speak at all.

The doctor can't prescribe me an escape from society,
A way to eschew idiocy, redundancy and ignorance.
So even though I'm not a doctor,
No degrees, claims, nor title.
I'm prescribing myself a substance.
One of which I deem fit.
So this is the reason,
As to why I smoke,
Cannabis.