Destructive Friends

Up all night into the dawn pipe in hand till it's gone, with a friend who does the same, we always like to play this game. Now it gets weird, it gets strange, feeling numb, feeling deranged. Lurking and, creeping with the shades pulled drawn day is here though we're all gone. And good friend Jones won't go away sits in pipe till next day. When we scrape to find it there, just an illusion do not care, need to stop and, show our ware. We're not misfits come look and, see Were just avoiding reality.