Smoking and drinkin’
No longer waiting for the weekend
Abusing Anything that will numb the pain,
Strange clouds rolling in and pourin’ rain
I stopped smoking ****, for about 2 years,
But that all changed, the night you disappeared.
I always see you around, even tho I know you’re gone,
Like a ghost of the Dutchman, who always has to leave at dawn.
So I spend nights like these, sitting  on the roof,
Reaching cloud 9 trying to find you, that’s the truth.
Thoughts of the bullet or the pill, both will set me free,
But I carry on because I know I got my angel watching over me.

Miss you <3