Make Me A Feature Film

I was walking with one foot on the other It didn't work too well My eyelids are heavy and bloated But I can see my egos swollen I was hoping to reach you Before you set sail But I'll write to you and never send it Wouldn't that be so romantic? No more Mary Jane for the baby that you buried No more wasting your money on smoking them out The initial glow is the microcosm of the whole damn thing, and you're too blame You tried to force a flame And felt ashamed when all you could muster up was some look warm illuminations