as I blow pot smoke through my tears
my mind trembles on my lingering fears
another bong hit, another scholarship
lost
all I do is get high but do I think
about the cost
and what about my ex, was it worth it?
did I make life worth it?
sometimes I look around and im fed up
with this horseshit
but I cant dig another pit to bury
myself in
i've been digging forever, that's what
it's all about
there is no other route, no other way
out
and losing someone can make you doubt
your whole existence
spout some fucking bullshit as if you
mean it
when you're just acting mean to get
through it
those days I spent with her, and I
never even knew it
would turn out like this, I feel what
i've lost and
I'm sorry
Not as sorry as that time in college when i,
shy and uninitiated to the cruel realities of the city,
accidentally smoked weed laced with PCP and fucked up my mind forever
Not as sorry as that
But pretty sorry
