The small blue flame is here again 
Calling out to me as a new best friend 
Small white paper 
Cant save none for later 
Need it in my bloodstream 
Want more to make my mind scream 

A law can be broken like the heart I hide 
This stuff makes me forget all I feel inside 
Good for a minute until it all comes down 
Just light it up again, smoke the feel good brown 
An evening with this really does the trick 
So much comes from a thin white stick 

Don’t care where its come from 
As long as I can get some 
Takes too long to sit and crumble 
Uncertain hands will sometimes fumble 
All worth it in the end though 
That smoke doesn’t let me say no 

Hot rocked through that shirt 
Too high to realise it hurt 
Unsure at first 
But gotta quench the thirst 
Taxiing round makes the feeling come faster 
Will there be regret coming after 

Copyright Lora Edmonds 2005