Dazed and hazed

I woke up this morning
With a very strong yearning
To partake in burning
That ever growing
Herb

Dark and hazy
Awoken by her sobs.
Crying for a girl...no excuse me
A woman
Were her words

I fell back into my slumber
Hoping to be awoken no longer
Only to wake up to a knock

You were standing there
Without a care
As coming to my door
Was something you could do once more

Have you been drinking? I asked
You answered that you had
It's 11 in the morning
What the fuck are you doing

You told me you wanted to see me
That you don't understand
Why the hell I'm so mad
You tried to come closer

The smell eluding from your pores
My head start to pound and hurt.
I need to fucking smoke
You pulled out the tar filled cancer stick
I swiped it out of your hand quick
I don't smoke that and you know it

With judgement in your eyes
You watched as rolled the paper up
Inhaled long hard and let out the rest
Inhaled once more
Filling up my lungs with that smoke
Sitting back in this room that's so cold

I told you to leave
You couldn't stay here anymore
That you weren't allowed to push yourself
Through that door.
You begged me to let you stay.
I said no you had to leave. Just go away

The room began to spin
From the cloudy smoked filled room
And the scent of your morning perfume
Everything just went black and dark

Next thing I knew I woke up
In my bed I hadn't moved
Awake and yearning
To be burning
That ever growing
Herb