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All My Friends Get High
I look up to the sky on a cloudy day
Wind pulling at my hair and stinging my face
I walk the tracks and graffiti the walls
Looking back at an old familiar face
The smoke is rising, searching for me
Wisps are reaching, fingers craving for me
And it’s all calling me by name
Saying, “Come here and change
With us.”
All my friends get high
Laughing back at their past
And I try to keep up
But I’m still stuck in last
Smiling back at the old dreamy days
Children screaming and playing all the way
All my friends get high
Drowning out the sound of my breathing
Trying to escape this place
While I’m silently pleading
Begging them to stay with me
All my friends get high
And the smoke is coming through
Coughing, lungs hurting, I
Run from this world of blue
Seeking absolution from this thing
I seek my old child self
Ask for some help
But there is nothing I can do
Except watch them all
As the smoke takes them away
Away to a distant place
A place of foggy, disillusioned haze
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