High above clouds, I'm flying

Far away from all the people and places

I claim to

Deny me

Beyond fantasy, I'm seeing

Through my third eye to the things that I

Dreamt of last night

'Till time takes flight

And smoking pot in parking lots starts to feel exhausting

And having love should be because I want to

But isolation haunts you

It wants you

It taunts you

It wants you

Then the smoke clears and all that's left is

A faded tattoo on the lungs that you needed to

Say what

Your fear is

No not tonight, tomorrow

But the more you delay the less

Things you can say and

You know it

We try not to show it

But smoking pot in parking lots starts to feel exhausting

And happiness will keep you in pursuit

When isolation haunts you

It wants you

It taunts you

It wants you