And I've reached enlightenment, through a plywood ceiling, and psilocybin
And a playlist of, the best songs of my youth
Cause I needed something else to feel, other than the constant buzz of what isn't real
So I left home, to find another truth
And it seems that I, I want to die, a little less than I ever have in my life
And y'know what, at this point I'll take it
And it seems that I, had closed my eyes
Accepted perspective without asking why, because heaven and hell are deeply combined
And I can see my face, in the cherry of your cigarette
As you sit across from me, and I try to pretend
That I'm here, that I'm now, that I'm anywhere but gone
But I am, I'm far away, and you just keep rambling on