There’s this intoxicating feeling

Of ecstasy I feel when I let

The herb cloud my mind out

Not like I was bread for this

I know two days, two nights to feel something

I’ll choose and do it wisely

I’m sure if there’s a god

Then she’s probably fucking angry

I can’t even blame them for the time that’s being wasted

On surface level conversations

Cold stares, and miscommunication

I know we could use some saving

Any way I can’t seem to figure this out

Should I stay or should I go?

It’s in my disposition to stay low, ten toes

And if I feel it I gotta go

Here

Why am I here?

Why am I here anyway?

I meet a man with a long, black leather jacket

Studded boots, lookin’ cook from across the room

He took my hand then he led me to the back room

Said: You wanna leave?

Choose a pill, red or blue?

If there’s a god

Then she’s probably fucking angry

I can’t even blame them for the time that’s being wasted

On surface level conversations

Cold stares, and miscommunication

I know we could use some saving

Anyway I can’t seem to figure this outShould I stay or should I go?

It’s in my disposition to stay low, ten toes

If I feel it I gotta go

Here

Why am I here?

Why am I here anyway?

Here

Why am I here?

Why am I here anyway?

Why do I stay in this state of mind

Tell me what you’re thinking

Tell me I’m doing fine

Ask myself why I am here

Anyway