No, I don't go to parties
I'm California sober and I'm lame
I'm too sad for that setting
I'm boring and I wouldn't change a thing
My
speech is slurring lately I know it's a slippery slope
I thought it would cure me
I thought it would maybe help me cope
But nope,
I'm addicted to feeling numb I choke up
when I think of the things I could've done
Done instead
Oh
I stop,
I need so much I may throw my brain away just to get so happy
One thing again, till I pop another the next day
And let the thoughts all fade away My memory
is leaving me
I'm late to nothing at this rate
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Not a social smoker Not a social person
First of all,
not a happy stoner I lay there like a five foot tall rag
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I know that I'll regret it
Hours everyday just playing dead Morning resurrected
A zombie rising from a dirty bed And yet I ignore my declining health
Oh I stop,
I need so much I may throw my brain away just to get so happy
One thing again,
till I pop another the next day And let the thoughts all
fade away
That leaf might as well be bomb I'll
grind out seeds that past years were held
Now it's crooked glory With nobody to blame this time except for me
But I crave that resin of a lead So much I
may throw my brain away just to get so happy
One thing again,
till I pop another the next day And let the thoughts all fade away
My memory
is leaving me I'm late to nothing at this rate
Late to nothing at this rate