A poem about watching as drugs change your friends.
Remember when skipping school was cool?
Like when the days just seemed so damn sublime we thought.
But now I'm staying inside.
You've got your days and nights mixed up,
Man,I just don't think you've woken up.
Before like 2pm in three whole weeks.
Can we do this again?
Because I just hate when you look at me and lie.
You say you're done with it.
Cause it's no fun to need pills.
Just to feel alright.
But I see it in your eyes.
You haven't given up on anything.
Expect maybe the last three years of your so-called life.
