High Again

Mama I'm high again
Told myself the last time would be my last
But sometimes I feel I just can't..
last
Got my feet up riding the bus
My eyes have turned to glass
The blur of the neon lights reflected as they pass
I'm moving a thousand miles an hour
Yet never reaching my destination

I swear these walls are closing in
Can't really tell if I'm flying or sitting down
Fascinated with how timid I could be
To a route I take everyday
I want to talk
I really want to talk
Struggling in the dark for the words to say

A buzz that brings up the past
The walls I've soberly put together all come crashing down
A new perspective on you and I
Maybe you were less of a bitch and I was more at fault
Maybe I did use you for the sex and am a terrible guy
But no..
This is not time for conclusions
I just can't leave it at that

Mama I'm high
Just one more time..
Before I get my life together

dtr