I Get High...

It's no longer the daily routine a sign of progression trying to kick the habit to the curb at nineteen, but the constant strain continues to run through my veins forges absolution a forgotten thought of the brain
The answers don't lie at the end of the flame yet I can't seem to refrain from the way I live the negative energys lead me to seek a spliff
I don't live life in denial I know the effects that come with my lifestyle I'm not leading a worthless crusade relativity has never been my aim it doesn't pain me If we don't share the same train of thought
I wasn't caught in the web of lies you can tell by my eyes under the influence by my own free will at the end of the day above or below the line I'm nothing less than real Its not a dependence I can rise above, but I've realized shes the only one that shows me constant love regardless of the amount of wounds that are bleeding she never points me in the opposite direction when I'm in need of healing
The feelings that arise keep hope in between the sighs although all that is projected is red eyes and an aching thirst the reason I keep a pen close by is the only remedy seems to be a meaningful verse as the intoxication begins to take its course I take a couple of more steps because she is the driving force behind my existence keeps me going the distance I dont regret the introduction shes just filling in for my opposite dysfunction awaiting her arrival someday soon maybe I'll spot her the next time theres a blue moon.