I still have that little blue container
The one with the green sharpie heart on the lid
Full to the brim
Of the **** you grew
My mind plays
Through a brilliant scenerio
Where I open it
And the smell takes me back
To taking **** hits
While watching a live TV performance
Of the Gorillaz (my favorite)
That you recorded while I was at school
Or making hash with ice
Taking turns stirring
Until our arms got tired
Reruns of South Park playing for hours
Or when you came to visit me at college
And we went to eat at a busy restaurant
Standing outside on a busy street
You say "We can smoke here right?"
Or when I was in Japan
And you forgot where you parked
So you reported your car stolen
And traded my friend a joint for a place to crash
Or sneaking out to the alley
During breaks at our gig
And you getting so high
That you can't remember how the next song starts
It's been two years now
Since I've opened the container
It's likely getting stale
and becoming un-smokable
But I'm waiting
Until I can think about you without crying
Until the happy memories outweigh
All of this emptiness in me
But everytime I think about
How I'll never smoke a joint with you again
I realize no amount of time will stop the hurt
An no familiar smell will bring you back
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
I still have that little blue container
The one with the green sharpie heart on the lid
Full to the brim
Of the **** you grew
My mind plays
Through a brilliant scenerio
Where I open it
And the smell takes me back
To taking **** hits
While watching a live TV performance
Of the Gorillaz (my favorite)
That you recorded while I was at school
Or making hash with ice
Taking turns stirring
Until our arms got tired
Reruns of South Park playing for hours
Or when you came to visit me at college
And we went to eat at a busy restaurant
Standing outside on a busy street
You say "We can smoke here right?"
Or when I was in Japan
And you forgot where you parked
So you reported your car stolen
And traded my friend a joint for a place to crash
Or sneaking out to the alley
During breaks at our gig
And you getting so high
That you can't remember how the next song starts
It's been two years now
Since I've opened the container
It's likely getting stale
and becoming un-smokable
But I'm waiting
Until I can think about you without crying
Until the happy memories outweigh
All of this emptiness in me
But everytime I think about
How I'll never smoke a joint with you again
I realize no amount of time will stop the hurt
An no familiar smell will bring you back