Weed

I’ll give you a hand in just a few Crap, I forgot your bar b que Why am I so tired, what’s the date Time for the basement where I gravitate … Weed I’d look for a job, if only I could Getting off my ass is something I should Mary Jane your siren sings so strong And for years you have strung me along … Weed Just one puff and the illusion is euphoric Truth is just a hunt for empty caloric Never a friend yet my crutch for years Your cost is measured in all those bitter tears … Weed Walking tall, no crutch for aide Making up and repairing each bed I’ve made Love/hate game I played for my fix Good-bye Mary Jane: no more of your tricks … no more need