Roll, roll, roll a blunt,
Light another up,
Merrily,
Merrily...
I am not as fine as I seem.
Behind the smoke,
I sit their coughing up the shame
And anxiety,
Getting too faded, and looking off my balcony.
Calculating grams while my hands shake rapidly,
I'm concerned for my heart
Already broken, shot cold,
Blood left on the carpet,
That's when it all started.
Holding up my white flag,
I'm pleading for my head to stop the screaming,
My head pulsating like it's about to explode with a crowd of voices.
A sea of strangers locked with me,
Inside of me.
I am petrified of what they will do when they get out.
Scared to breathe,
I know something could quell me.
A silver card, that buys me a one way ticket to a better place.
Maybe this chance is one I should take.