Trapped, Sat, Shaking

I was so high I don't recall being high I sat in the basement waiting to come down I hung with a friend, hung with, who was that boy We waited in the bar while he waited for the bus I called my gran, my safeguard, she knew something was up Something is wrong, something isnae quite right I found out later she'd been dead since 1987 I was so high I crossed paths with myself And couldnae tell which one to take back Some say it was mushrooms, some say it was acid Blu juice or lettuce were the other options I lost a week there and then it was Saturday Had no idea who to call or how to get home There was no gran of course now there was no bus Spent twilight in the car park trying to come down Rehydrated but the water just made it all grow again