Calloused fingertips singed
From smoking this blunt to its end
I can feel the sting run up my arm
Heavy hands on the neck of my guitar
And suddenly I'm singing
"Is it tomorrow already?"
The past 24 have been deeply upsetting

Anxieties borne from reality
Come creeping into my dream life
My subconscious bank account
Is down to $125

I wake up to my alarm
Phantom sting still in my arm