Why am I lost
Why can’t I just smoke and forget
Why can’t I hide it when it overflows
Why does my head tell I’d be better off gone

It’s a damn shame that my own head
Tells me that I should be dead
I really don’t know
Sometimes it feels true
And those are the nights that I just smoke
til I feel like I’m buried
Drowned it all out with the spark from the flame

Most nights it...