Break it all up, small and dense,
inhale and hold, and baby I'll cross that fence.
Let me get a little high and I'll open up,
I've always been told to scream my problems into a tea cup.

I tell myself I won't be like you,
but the way I feel when I'm gone feels true.
Four hits and that's not enough,
I don't know why everything is so tough.

I love the way I can be so vibrant,
when really I'm always on a tyrant.
I want to feel the tension of smoke,
that's the only way I don't choke.

I can tell you how I feel,
just let me get real.
This isn't frustation,
it's really just temptation.