Stoned

God damn sometimes I wish I still got stoned. I could go for a spicy tongue-tingling jay right now. I hate adulthood.

stoned right now my fingers heavy then light then heavy then light. pixies singing where is my mind in the background. i had to force myself to take my antipsychotics.

You're never what you think you are. You are never what you think you are.

i try but can't come i'm tired of being alone and the rhymes chase me down oh god heavy light heavy light.

my guitar doesn't call for me anymore. are these happy accidents or the hands of god? why didn't i take the bottle? why am i alone?

do you go get more or stay down when you don't know what's coming?