Pack the bowl
Nice and tight
Drive away
In the night
With the pipe
In my hand
Smoke as much
As I can.
Thoughts are gone
From my head
I can't help
But feel dead
Even through
All the laughs
I can't escape
My awful past.
Stars dance
In the sky
I am so
Very high
Cigarette
In my hand
It's so hard
Just to stand.
Float away
To the clouds
Silence broken
By these sounds
I can't see
Through the haze
My whole life
Is ablaze.
No solace
No love
This drug's
Not enough
All I wanted
Was to feel
But I don't
Know what's real.
Broken heart
Broken smile
Broken dreams
Like a child
Time has slowed
To a stop
Jump from the ledge
The tippy top.
In the back
Of my head
I can hear
From the dead
Saying stop
Right away
So alive
You can stay
They are jealous
Most, of me
And the world
I still see.
Now the high is
Wearing thin
Feel the aching
From within
So I pack a
Little more
And get high just
Like before
So the pain
Will go away
If for only
Just a day.