We used to light plants on fire
burn our throats, and dry our mouths
roll the windows up
and then we'd take flight

Just young kids fighting their way through the world
together
but you see,
stoner friends differ from real friends
to them it's
just another bowl
just another blunt
just another set of hands to roll the next joint
and just as soon as you think you've fought off the demons
they find their way back home

I used to swallow boxes of pills
invite in the trip, and embrace the weightlessness
dilate my pupils
and then i'd take flight

Just a young girl fighting her way through the world
alone
laying on the bathroom floor
the demons make themselves at home
infesting your mind
and taking over your life