Puff of smoke and you're gone.
That's what happens everytime.
What it must feel like to have your attention, those huge red eyes
could burn a hole right thru' me.
You drive off in such a haze and a hurry, probably worried 'bout those damn feds again. Is it strange I'm jealous of the ziploc in your dashboard? How I'd change my hue green,
and make my physical state
easy to break down between your fingers and roll up. How I wish you'd flick your zippo and burn me from the inside out.
Just for your sanity
and a way for you to escape.
Inhale me deep into your lungs
till you feel my essence
touch your heart and soul.
You'd love it so much
you'd go to such lengths for it,
calling up strangers,
friends of friends,
people you wouldn't look twice at
on any given day.
Just to get a taste of me,
oh what a dream it would be.
To be your vice, your escape,
something of your importance.
I can feel your lips on me now as you're ready to suck up my smoke
and blow me away like always.
