Cloud Nine

Wake up this morning, though I don't know the point,
Reach for my dope to spark up a joint,
First thing I think is I want to get high,
My life is so pointless I just want to cry.

Separate the seeds from the bunk,
Could never remember why I started this junk,
Perhaps it was pressure, perhaps depression,
All that I know is I crave another session.

Roll up a joint and reach for a light,
My parents did a good job of raising me right,
Don't know where I am, what a joke,
Wake last nights sex partner to give her a toke.

She looks very nice, yet I don't know her name,
It might have been Suzy, Julie, or Jane,
The smoke enters our lungs and we start to feel fine,
She says "All I want is for you to be mine."

I slowly slide my hand on her ass,
And whisper "You're ugly, so I'll pass."
I don't know her, so I didn't really care,
As long as I have my dope and bus fare.
Unknown " My Sweetie!" Playful - 16 years, 4 months, 19 days ago