high stars

My life is taken over
I sit and cant stop thinking of it
I know if I bottle my feelings ill end up with a full bottle
but its not a bottle im worried about
crusty brown rocks easily turned into liquid
the fuzz I pulled from my sock saoked in dirty harrys sweat
my best buddy takes a part in this too, he gets his fix before mine
hes a pretty sharp man, so I tie off and let my friend penatrate me
ahhh im now full of smiles
reaching for the stars, but sure not to get to close to the sun
I light me up a cig and chill
its a struggle to put the ciggarette to my mouth so i simpily dont smoke it
i hear footsteps, someone is coming upstairs
frantically i gather my works and put them under the bed
I open the door, and sits a black dog
a three headed menace, barking loud and angerly
so i blow into his ears with a lung full of hash
as this demond dog cries of pleasure i know he will sitting on the clouds right under me
I am now sick, praying to god
just for today ill stay clean and sober.