Highs are on and off Eyes don't hide a thing Why's it I feel numb I can't feel a thing Leaving Weaving in and out of traffic frantic for a memory to hold Breathing Gets heavy when there's weight on your shoulders Needing Sleep but all to frequent it's not decent with a coffee on the stove Knee deep in some shit that I don't think I can hold Think fine Accept the wasted time I think this place is fine I'll be alright I gotta try These nights I'm wasted friends and I May do this just to hide It's not alright it's not alright Loaded Zoning Zoots I'm smoking Won't sit Highs just fade Slurring Searching It gets hard to word it I guess it's better not to say That I'm leaving Fuck it what's a memory when enemies are friendly just to hoax And I'm reeking Of reefer and all this remorse And I'm peaking Leaking out tequila and some feelings that I'd rather leave alone And I'm seeking The weekend to bury the holes Think fine Accept the wasted time I think this place is fine I'll be alright I gotta try These nights I'm wasted friends and I May do this just to hide It's not alright it's not alright