Page 15 - Written Feelings

High and dry

I write a lot, connect the dot
I lose my track making a plot

I cry and cry, I'm never high
I'm hung up on my last goodbye

The night is long, so sing a song
Stuff that green inside your bong

Roll that paper, smoke that vapor
For there is not a feeling greater

The sun is gone, the evil won
The war between you and a gun

The trigger's pushed, the bullet rushed
The skull is bleeding while it's crushed

But you're not dead, just like I said
The night is long my dearest friend