i’m stuck singing this after song, now that you’re gone. 

the words don’t bother to make sense, nor do they bother to rhyme.

my feelings are all messed up, you tore me apart inside.

so i take another hit & enjoy the high while i can.

cause while i’m on cloud 9, i’m the happiest i’ve ever been.

my thoughts don’t collide, my feelings don’t submerge. i’m at content with the world, what a beautiful herb.

but then my mind starts to wonder. i get flashbacks of me and you.

and as i just sit there, i watch my knuckles turn blue.

i grip the chair, trying to get back to my blank state of mind. 

it hurts too much to think about.. everything we could’ve been. so i just sit there and take another hit, hoping the weed will win.