First, it's just a quick escape
to knock off some of your stress;
then you're light as a feather
and your eyes weigh out the rest.
Nothing matters anymore...
it's over now-your bad day
no more worries;
they've all been washed away;
and you like it here
so you want to stay
but you've got to make it last somehow
so you take another sip
just to be sure that the feeling won't slip.
and maybe a little something extra
to accompany it.
You lie around in a daze;
trying to remember
what you were supposed to do today
and you're somewhere in between
reality and this new dream
you light a cigarette and watch it burn
before you've taken a single haul.
but it really doesn't matter...
because now,
nothing matters at all.
