i'm high on livin',
floating through the air on a cloud
of manufactured puff,
but i think the drug-induced haze
is starting to wear off,
i can see the sun again.
i can see the pollution,
and quick, somebody,
pass me another pill!
i can hear the droning buzz
of constant construction,
the moaning of the sick people on the streets,
give me that needle,
i need another dose,
i need a stronger dose,
sometimes i think i need a stronger
prescription, but the doctor says it'll kill me,
and i wonder if that's what killed my best friend.
but i can't remember what her name is,
lost in the maze of drugged confusion,
so maybe my high isn't natural,
maybe the birds don't sing no more,
but it's probably normal to never remember
anything at all.
i don't want to see everything,
i'd rather be high
all the times, after all,
less pain, more gain,
isn't that what they say?
i can't quite recall,
but coasting on
makes it so much easier
and i think that
perhaps there might just
be something wrong here.