Mine’s naturally alternative.
What do you say to the dreamy kite-flyers
When all your life you’ve been high?
Never needed the physical to feel invincible
No sting of the syringe, just indifference to life.
Am I the last of the sentimentals
Or the first of the strictly mentals?
Everyone’s itching for more menthols
While my nicotine smile summons all the dopamine I need.
So you inhale mistaken cocaine others
Much to your senses’ grave dismay.
So you’ve felt the crash of lesser love
And obsessed over missed hellos.
Every time, without fail
Your addiction to humanity prevails,
A little weakness lures your naïve eyes.
You’re drunk every day off of unappreciation
Hungover most at night when the neighbors start shooting up.
You want to toss this aspirin meant to keep you from aspiring
It’s taxing your fragile stomach lining, quit pining
Remember prednisone left you screaming on the floor
Begging for more from friends strung out on some sketchy self-importance
Just take one more hit to leave a scar on your arm, disarm your charm
Or you’ll never be earth-bound.