i never used to smoke
but since you left,
it’s the only time i can seem to breathe

I wanna explain these voices to the deaf
If I could just stand in the Sea of Tranquility momentarily ,
searching for my minds bread
I should lose contact with everyone for a spell
I should really explore this heaven or hell fairytale
Write a book of poetic gibberish , put it on a pyre ,
tell everyone it's been great then self immolate
Bite a barrel and ride the light forever ,
**** this world with all its restriction ,
find a path to escape this perdition* ...