• I'm all caught up in this fuzzy haze,
    tripping, stumbling in a daze.
    I'm to my last real breath,
    hoping for only what comes next.
    I'm sick of all the dope,
    you have lead me to false hope.
    Shackled down to this refrain,
    and I wonder what to do again.
    I'm playing that song once more,
    before my head hits the floor.
    I'm more lost now than I'll ever be,
    in this town of non-clearity.
    My last verse is almost done,
    before I end up with but one.
    You charmed me with your silly rhymes,
    and let me find one state of mind.
    I think I'm done with you,
    unless you come back-then I'll love you, too.
    Sliding into darkness,
    feeling so selfless.