Pollygraphs & Percocet

Layed down on a matress with a lit cigarette
Melt into the comfort the beds a percocet.
You see this once meant a hostile dopeamine
The lost soul of an angst filled teen,
Who a thousand times over was struck o the spleen
Now he’s looking at life trying to adore her,
Sometimes looking for answers in Euphoria
So one day on life it wont pour on her.
The air becomes open the atmosphere settles,
Slow motion takes affect and nerves no longer wrestle,
Now its nothing but a single drop on a pedal,
On a rose that floated on to where??
It was all just illusion underneath my hair,
Next thing I know im stuck in a stare,
My vision doubles up in my crazy glue glare,
And my breathing body becomes one with the air,
Start to see the light the S.O.S. of a flare,
When your one with the skies do you ammend this light?
Dont abuse these frequent flyer nights.
Summers coming to its close,
Time to change into warmer clothes.
Now time to expand what is known.
Its time to make change a little at least,
Time to give everyone a bite of the peach