beanpoophead
Bluelighter
I remember when I was the most depressed
I had this apartment, downtown, busy all the time
Beautiful hardwood floors and picture windows
With this beautiful view of new buildings
I saw it from my old balcony
Everyday I was woken up by construction at six am
I didn’t have a couch or a box spring
Just a single mattress
On the floor of my living room
I had no job, I didn’t ever go to high school
Eighteen years young on welfare
I just laid there in my living room
Smoking weed and tobacco
Drinking and
Drinking and
Drinking
I would lay there until day turned into night
Already drunk on life and high from fumes
I would go out and do what I always do
Laugh and talk and smile
Drink more, and more, and more
Do chemical drugs until my head spun off
And then I would come home
Too high to sleep, and knowing
That at six am, the drills would start
So I would stare at my ceiling and think
Somehow that ceiling was comforting
And somehow I moved onto june...
I had this apartment, downtown, busy all the time
Beautiful hardwood floors and picture windows
With this beautiful view of new buildings
I saw it from my old balcony
Everyday I was woken up by construction at six am
I didn’t have a couch or a box spring
Just a single mattress
On the floor of my living room
I had no job, I didn’t ever go to high school
Eighteen years young on welfare
I just laid there in my living room
Smoking weed and tobacco
Drinking and
Drinking and
Drinking
I would lay there until day turned into night
Already drunk on life and high from fumes
I would go out and do what I always do
Laugh and talk and smile
Drink more, and more, and more
Do chemical drugs until my head spun off
And then I would come home
Too high to sleep, and knowing
That at six am, the drills would start
So I would stare at my ceiling and think
Somehow that ceiling was comforting
And somehow I moved onto june...

