Did I really have to flush down my memories with the drugs?
It's just that I find comfort in the adrenaline rush
Why should I not take my next hit?
What am I saving my lungs for?

So on this jet I'm about to take flight
A flicker of light as I take in my first height
I've never been this high before
I've never seen the world for what it's for

I abuse the drugs so much they start to use me
They tell me when to speak when to eat heck even when to sleep
I'm enthused by the rush that I feel when I take that first puff
In my blood stream the toxins they rush