eyes get glazed over, haze bittersweet clover
set ablaze, citrus days covered in the overflowing odor
feels like now i’m twenty seven years and six months older
my mind will never go back, it has to deal with the exposure

thought i’d hit rock bottom didn’t know you can go lower
am i more or less depressed than i was when i was sober
you keep asking what i think, man i don’t even know her
i don’t keep ******* in my mind, i toss ******* over the shoulder

i kick a boot into a face, the face of mediocre , in a dream I lose my teeth
all but my ******* molars, had to take the smoke into my lungs to get the
rats out of my belly, no way to erase the memories, thats facts I try to bury

beware for I am fearless, and therefore I am powerful!
i’m also neurotic and delusional, i fill the hours with the usual,
smoke sedate ,throw my head back ain’t it beautiful,
turn to stone i am immovable, glad it ain’t my ****** funeral
do i enjoy turning off this brain? its irrefutable