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
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
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
