The smoke looks like pillows surrounding me Comfortably As I exhale the negativity That i see And that I feel, The numbing drug slows down what's real It's like my lungs have been filled with warmth A feeling of bliss that calms my soul And as I feel the rough skin across my arm I conclude that this pain is too old So I'll light up my joint A representation of the stress in my head And slowly get the point That all is well, forget this feeling of dread