Sincerely, your bag of weed
Sitting in the room watching you
And not just any room
Your room
But you’re preoccupied
So, I’ll wait
Looking at you from the corner of my eye
I feel like Mr. Hyde
Ready to pounce and complete the deed I’m here to do
And not necessarily in favor of you
Well
When you do the math
You’ve known me for about a year or 2
We don’t notice
And notice I said “we”
And not “you”
Or not “me”
Because “we” are in this together
But a part of me
Is missing you
And me
I mean I
I mean we
Are preoccupied
So I’ll wait
And I know you still remember our handshake
Or the way we kissed as you inhaled my mist
Putting yourself in a daze
For days on days on days on end
You’d let me drive you all the way up to your peak
And tell me stories about how much your life stinks
And in desperate measures
Let me whisper lullabies about how everything’s gonna be alright
Don’t you miss that?
To be honest.
I don’t see how you’ll ever succeed
You can’t make me believe you can put our high nights to peace
I had you
And you need me
So, get off your recovery high horse
And relapse back to reality
Sincerely,
Your bag of weed