I am on my second...No third I think......
Red pill of the Night
I am surprised that I have not become smaller
Or is it
Larger?
No one ever really remebers do they?
Question? No answer
I am compelled to get up from my plight
A beer soaked boredome
I have no idea of the people surrounding me
Or why they all seem to be so uptight
Although the rich boys have laid their suitcoats upon
The velvet arm chairs
It's almost unbelievable this air that I breath
For a moment I think I have become the center of our universe
Or I forgot where I put my matches....that spilled box of matches
Yet I wiggle my way out of the smoke
Understand that I have to walk out and pick these matchs up
While pretty rich girls laugh and drink beer
How cute they think they must look
Drug addled
Becoming the girl
I want to take home to mom.
Good Ol' fashion American Capitalism
Buying and selling and smoking their imported African Marijuana
Taking *** shots off of brandy bottles
I bet if dad knew you were in his brandy
He'd beat your rich boy ***

Ah the glimmer and the silver glow of this place
Shimmering left and right off of bottles and jewelry
I have a knife in my pocket that seems to grow heavier and heavier
As I rest on this brand new White
I MEAN SOFT EGSHELL COUNTRY WHITE
Leather Couch from Europe

I can breathe it all in
and breathe it all out
you know when you don't belong
A weapon in your pocket becomes
A weapon in your hands