Craving space.
Not the distance but the place
Where galaxies exist
And stars collide
Higher than the sky
From a **** of my pipe
I Fly

Its the perfect kind of meditation,
smokin on that ****,
eased my mind now im spacin,
sprouted a new life like a seed,
Getting to success minds pacin.

its the perfect kind of medication!

I know when everyone is gone
And the whole world has their backs turned
I can turn to you
Thank you
Mary Jane

What doesn't **** me makes me stronger
That which kills me, is what I long for
We're all trying to maintain
But I feel
I'll never abstain

Rid the pain, make it rain
I'll prove it with one-eighty proof
Bulletproof liquid
Even better when I mix it...

Yellow, green, and blue
I pop to change my moods
Try to control emotion
It's my own secret potion
Sink into the couch
Grab some lotion

The lonely stoner
Trapped in his mind tonight
Trapped in his mind tonight
Wasn't awake for her wake
His days and nights are mixed
Her funeral he missed
Time for another fix...

Slow minds,
And
Hungry times.
Fire ignites a
Luscious green
kind of
magic.
Euphoria inhaled,
And
Stoners prevails
For we have
The upper hand
Held to our mouths
With the other
Not too far.
Lighter in hand
You are the
Magic man

bye.
Do you have your phone?
yes.
okay, bye.

its common, really.
but I don't walk.
I sit
I pick a spot that is cozy
I pick a spot that is lonely
I pick out the stems
and I fill up the bowl
and I smoke
and I smoke
to fill the hole.

The hole in my heart,
The sad in my brain,
The pain of not having you
The anxiety

It fills it all, its all gone.

And I sit,
and I watch the sunset
the water colored sky
I wonder and I watch the clouds
I breathe and lay
It is all okay,
And this is what I do everyday
to make it that way.

but accusations
come and come


No, mom, I do not smoke.