I surround myself with little things I could've enjoyed as a kid to make up for my lack of father figure.
or maybe I'm just overanalyzing it, but I'm scared.
I'm scared I'm gonna lose my aunt to a cancer that can be treated with medical marijuana, but it's too late for her.
I'm scared I'm gonna accidentally overdose on spice again even though I know when it's just weed.
I'm scared everybody thinks I don't give a fuck bout situations
and at the same time I don't care and I'm not scared.
