One smoke
One sip
One **** at a time

Taken back to the day
We shared paper and lines
I was straight-edge then
Not a drop to drink
I meditated on the balcony
You left dishes in the sink
Ross would bang *****
and smoke hella ****
Now he’s off spreading
theory and anarchy
I hear you’re doing well
A world of “special effects make-up”
I’m drowning in the desert
From a nightmare I can’t wake up
In another ten years we’ll look back and see

Who is broken
And who’s dying
As we all struggle to be free

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