If He Only Knew.

Nothing moves, except my mouth.
I'm impressed by the knowledge spilling out.
I'm a philosoph, feeling sheer intelligence.
Not the least bit bothered by all the world's negligence.

Giggling over Down-Home Jack Daniel's,
smacking my lips at the tang.
Smoke rolling down my throat, burning and sweet,
and that is from where my knowledge sprang.

12:17, thank God it's Friday.
Not like I do much homework anyway.
Me and my boyfriend had one of our rare fights,
he didn't leave me an, "I love you" tonight.

Sending texts like I'm in trouble,
wishing he'd reply.
I hate the way he does this,
still I'm not gonna cry.

Don't want him to hurt so I'll just light one up,
and pour some more bubbles into another empty cup.
Talking to my older friends, like I'm some ancient creep.
Avoiding admitting why I can't sleep.

Straw in my nose,
15's, Russell said.
"Don't take too many,
you'll end up dead."

If he knew what he was doing to me, he'd go into repose.
If he knew I was sliding into this mellow place that only I know.
Seven months in two weeks, I count each and every day.
I really wish he was he was here, he’d make it go away....

Toking it up, and drinking it down.
My living room spins, inside it I twirl.
I'm so fucking high and I just don't feel right.
5:28, trying so hard not to hurl.

My heart stutters till it’s done,
So I took one more hit, and run.
A final taste of Amarillo Sour,
I shut my eyes, awaiting a new hour.