On days like these there is no weed

[exoiced]

Green and brown
All my days
Tobacco that I smoke
Smoke weed, smoke a hope
Smoke a haze
So many ways to kill myself on days like these
Brown trunk and green leaves
All the pain that I percieve
Smoke green for peace
And a fake release
Plant a seed
For a brown trunk and green leaves
On days like these
There is no weed

Brow of Calm

 

[(Wordy)]

On days like these
There is no weed

I like the fact that it ends with these lines.

Thanks for the link to your blog too. Just had a bit of a look; you seem to have ecclectic interests!