Or maybe you don't
I live in a mad house
There's no peace to be found.
When I can I get away
Smoke some pot
To kill the pain
You know how it is
Or maybe you don't
The screaming the shouting the manical laughter
Grandiose delusions and tears
Like I said.
It IS a mad house
And I need my time away
So I take a walk
To my sister Jens
A half hour trek for me
Now a days
It seems much more
With my broken back
A week
Still I go there
To kill the pain
With a bit of sanity
You know how it is
Drink a glass of dry white wine
And smoke
A bit of weed
Find my place
Upon the floor
And finally
Go to sleep
You know how it is