Smoke

High above clouds, I'm flying Far away from all the people and places I claim to Deny me Beyond fantasy, I'm seeing Through my third eye to the things that I Dreamt of last night 'Till time takes flight And smoking pot in parking lots starts to feel exhausting And having love should be because I want to But isolation haunts you It wants you It taunts you It wants you Then the smoke clears and all that's left is A faded tattoo on the lungs that you needed to Say what Your fear is No not tonight, tomorrow But the more you delay the less things you can say and You know it We try not to show it But smoking pot in parking lots starts to feel exhausting And happiness will keep you in pursuit When isolation haunts you It wants you It taunts you It wants you