Powdered clouds around these people I don’t really like
Take another smell of that white
My mental thoughts are going left but really I’m just wrong
But two wrongs don’t make a right
So I sit there in spite
Of all the things you told me that night
What you hated and how I was regret in your life
You were always funny… that was a joke right?
So I take another hit
And lift into that high
Coming back down I’m reminded why I took that flight
Cause that purely white don’t hold me tight
I tell myself wow I miss them  
So I take another hit till tomorrow land
Take another lift and put you in that past
Right now we smelling the pure too fine
And right now you aren’t in my plans
Take another hit