If You Ever Looked Upon My Face (The Way You Used To) Again
I want to inhale this smoke and get so high,
So much further than any damn star tonight.
To take a couple more hits of acid, and once more fry,
After setting ablaze to this weed, burning so bright.
To swim, but not to breathe in the sky's ocean,
As I eat another cap of a mushroom, with a stem or two.
I long to free from this sobriety and it's devotion,
And to erase any memory of pain conflicted upon you.
To strip me of respect with one more shot from the bottle,
My mind starts to run into a blur, forgetting right from wrong.
I think of you, you're body, and I'm twitching, full throttle.
Itching to ease my mind, I drag some more from my bong.
Something is wrong with me, as I sit here, drenched in regret.
Wishing for one more drop, one more hit of LSD under my tongue.
Focusing on the images of you in my head, making my body sweat.
Now I have power in my hand to turn my trip into more than just one.
Just one touch from me, anywhere on your smooth, beautiful skin,
We would both be so high, letting the Acid work its magic with sin.
The last shot, and my last drink, to end all of my confidence,
Will you take it with me, before you beg of my final riddance?
I know there's no way anyone could find me to be beautiful now,
So I forge my signature on the dotted line, buying my ticket- one way.
I want one more hit of every thing, and to no longer exist somehow.
It'd make it a helluva a lot easier on you, so here's to your freedom-
So much further than any damn star tonight.
To take a couple more hits of acid, and once more fry,
After setting ablaze to this weed, burning so bright.
To swim, but not to breathe in the sky's ocean,
As I eat another cap of a mushroom, with a stem or two.
I long to free from this sobriety and it's devotion,
And to erase any memory of pain conflicted upon you.
To strip me of respect with one more shot from the bottle,
My mind starts to run into a blur, forgetting right from wrong.
I think of you, you're body, and I'm twitching, full throttle.
Itching to ease my mind, I drag some more from my bong.
Something is wrong with me, as I sit here, drenched in regret.
Wishing for one more drop, one more hit of LSD under my tongue.
Focusing on the images of you in my head, making my body sweat.
Now I have power in my hand to turn my trip into more than just one.
Just one touch from me, anywhere on your smooth, beautiful skin,
We would both be so high, letting the Acid work its magic with sin.
The last shot, and my last drink, to end all of my confidence,
Will you take it with me, before you beg of my final riddance?
I know there's no way anyone could find me to be beautiful now,
So I forge my signature on the dotted line, buying my ticket- one way.
I want one more hit of every thing, and to no longer exist somehow.
It'd make it a helluva a lot easier on you, so here's to your freedom-