Weed and alcohol + 16

drinks to drinks laugh to laugh, everything is alright till we taste the aftermath, yea we all can add, but can be subtract, take away all the mistakes we had, no, thats how life is, and these hard lessons is what help us grow, a socially awkward bafoon, inflated, head like a balloon, swimming in sin, lost in lust, dark trapped in a lagoon, eat chocolates no shrooms, deflowered, but you are still pure, the smell of incense disguised as weed scent lures, provokes me to blow kisses not smoke, so intense, that i, that i, drink the crooked I, till my eyes are crooked, bent, hell bent, driving on mary jay street with no helmet, for heaven's sake, is there any drug that can tell me my fate, cos i have friends but no one that i can relate, so i roll up my papes, so i can escape, breathing in the smoke, toke by toke, i slowly elevate, to the sky, but no one knows that i, meditate, so i fly, so high, till i fall, on the bed room floor, with a stranger i never met before, but thats ok, cos thats my fate, another escape but thrusted back into the arms of which i have lusted for, the mirror i can't ignore, but thats ok, just... sleep..