Use To Get High

Use to get high on the laughter of my friends

Use to get high on a summer day; way the light bends

Refracts from your eyes to the back of my mind

Carves out a memory that I’ll use to get high

Starting to build a tolerance for bliss I might die

Chasing down the ups by chemical design

Tripping on the cracks till it’s either fall or fly

If I knew who I was I’d be a better man inside

As it is I barely make it day to day

Half man/half pain like a bad penny in the rain

No one wants to pluck me from my place

Am I ahead or behind in this race?

Either way I’m alone, no one to keep pace

Might kick rocks and plan my escape

Get high on nostalgia with Mary Jane

If I could choose something I’d be a plane

A bird or an angel anything with wings

Don’t need the halo, never was a saint

But I’ll use my feathers like brushes to paint

Love is my ink, I’m on the brink

Of giving up completely or remaking me

Thing is they seem the same as I’m popping my seams

Right now I’m low but I use to get high

On the smell of a storm I saw in your eyes

You use to be mine, no that’s not right

You were your own and I was your guy

Now that I’ve sobered up from your goodbye

I’ve finally realized it’s time to get high

*Hits blunt