The television is a funny thing
Press a button and the channel changes
Short attention spans satisfied
By the variety it arranges
But this evening, no one is paying attention
To the glowing little screen
Tonight we praise the angel dust
And binge on purple lean.
The room is so damn dark
And the air is filled with clouds
The television seems to call out to us
like a friend lost in a crowd
This is my third joint
"Dude, I feel so chill"
That's the phrase I tell my friends
When I pop another pill.
The Wonder Years is on right now
I can see it from where I'm sitting
And even though I feel like shit
I still don't feel like quitting.
Two people are making out next to me
Their shapes change in the smoke
This is my tenth hit and I
Feel like I could choke
Suddenly fear throttles me like fire
And my body feels too hot
And this is right as I notice
How my teeth have started to rot
This is a bad trip, not a good time
But my friends don't seem to care
They're too busy getting wasted
While the tv continues to blare.
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