Contact High

It's like The hands of time Are holding two big pistols Sticking up midnight At gun point Rushing Trying to usher in A new dawn While I breath Deeply With you in my arms Tightening my loose Palms on you Fingertips touching easy To produce a warmth To shield Us from The chill Heat to an eased Degree Of direct closeness How could I go for this? You just had to move Sparking such a contrast of moods As I'm exposed directly to some genetics Infection of a pleasant Jone's electric residue Left in the ash Of a recent memory when we last cradled the task of two Thats to be done But never to a completeness Or closing Scents had my vents open since this evening Seeping in every inch of me The aroma is much stronger Feelings getting the best of me when technically I only took one short pull after it was lit Still such a fulfilling fix reestablishing the habit Of a soul controlled addiction Which amplifies the beautiful music We both compose and play But this is such a much urgently serious tune Thats in a dyeing need of a reprise "YOU KNOW HOW WE VIBE" You don't have to fire up nothing, Cause baby I've got a Contact High