we're all high. we're all laughing. we're all waiting.
this is how the days go by. just watch as the time
slips through your finger tips. it won't be back. i
know. first hand. it isn't coming back. not at the
rate we're wasting it anyways. one day. one day
keeps repeating into numerous days. all wasted.
and the smoke just keeps filling the air.

we're not coming back.