While inhaled into my lungs the positivity seeps into my bloodstream and pulls up the corner of my mouths But did it ever truly chase the demons away or did I forgetI'd always wanted to meet someone who could give me such a high of oblivionErase the past and illustrate the future likeAn intricate painting with layers and layers of colored years that expands past the horizonAnd being the impulsive human I amPull people into this trap that only certain materialistic substances could fit in And for some reason I'm suprised when a person turns to ashes quicker than a tightly rolled blunt  But a few seem to fill a different voidAnd I forget about needing to forget And those are the ones who tend to stay