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The smoke and the screen gives the dark room
a milky blue haze
and even though you're not home right now,
you're all right,
because you love your people here.
The kush has calmed your anxiety
Its my senior year
High school or college you can decide
Not like i can remember either one
I find myself waking up on some stranger’s bathroom floor
Maybe my own
Before I get into it
I'd just like to say
I don't mean to offend
Anyone, anyway.
Dear twelve-year-old me,Wearing an outcast’s scowlAnd bitterly drinking SpriteOn the bleachers at the middle school dance:Picture yourself on the floor.
I'm greedy;
I know it;
I quite like to show it
And although my dear mum might describe me as seedy
Deep down she just knows that I am very greedy.
I give gifts.
I don't like your parties
I don't like your alcohol
But I guess I'd rather be here than not at all.
I don't like her
I don't like the way she stares
Cause I don't think I can compare.
And once again
I'm given the chance
To live my weekend
To that dance.
We all know
How last time went,
My reputation
Is a little bent.
So easy to go
With DJ,
I wish I had
"Go Ahead, what you waiting for?
Go ahead and pop open that door.
....Yeah I've done this before.
Go on and sip on this some more.
You say you about that life so show me what you got...
After I looked you in the eye that first time,When I stated my mantra, and parroted my lines,And asked for your name, and forgot it moments later,I realized I had sinned against both you and your Maker,
