Wide awake, and still confused. 
Why is it that im easily amused?
All of the answers are up in the air. 
I could grab it, i just dont care. 
I sit on my bed and stare at the wall. 
My fingers fidget with a bouncy ball. 
My eyes become heavy and my head hangs low.
im about to pass out, i already know. 
I try to avoid it and text to get by. 
Its easy to see i love being high. 
But why cant i stop? Theres no way to tell. 
You dont like what i do? go burn in hell. 
I do what i want, and i do what i please.
this drugs not a drug, its a perfect disease. 
A disease thats a cure for all your problems. 
Sit back relax, let the weed solve them. 
I dont want the pain, i dont like to cry. 
Its easy to see i love being high.