Highs are on and off
Eyes don’t hide a thing
Why’s it I feel numb
I can’t feel a thing
Leaving
Weaving in and out of traffic frantic for a memory to hold
Breathing
Gets heavy when there’s weight on your shoulders
Needing
Sleep but all to frequent it’s not decent with a coffee on the stove
Knee deep in some shit that I don’t think I can hold
Think fine
Accept the wasted time
I think this place is fine I’ll be alright
I gotta try
These nights
I’m wasted friends and I
May do this just to hide
It’s not alright it’s not alright
Loaded
Zoning
Zoots I’m smoking
Won’t sit
Highs just fade
Slurring
Searching
It gets hard to word it
I guess it’s better not to say
That I’m leaving
Fuck it what’s a memory when enemies are friendly just to hoax
And I’m reeking
Of reefer and all this remorse
And I’m peaking
Leaking out tequila and some feelings that I’d rather leave alone
And I’m seeking
The weekend to bury the holes
Think fine
Accept the wasted time
I think this place is fine I’ll be alright
I gotta try
These nights
I’m wasted friends and I
May do this just to hide
It’s not alright it’s not alright
