My alarm clock starts the day on the worst possible of notes
A tone that will be set in stone that opposites my monotone
Oh, how the worse is over, now I'm here to say
That I've learnt to handle any rotten day
I need it, I hate it, obliterated will
A simple plant that has seen me through the best times of my life
But how it fucks me over when I want things done
With a hold so tight I'm gagging; I cannot break it free
Where is my head?
It must be said
I toss and turn
When will I learn?
For such a long time I've denied that I am close to paranoid
A lazy bastard, maybe so, but one in absolute control
Oh, how I got it so wrong, that is not the first
It's in weed-free time that I'm at my worse
Avoid it, destroy it, pretend things will be fine
Even though I'm scared and I want to stay indoors with my time
A constant fear that bites away my confidence
Yet I can't deny it's a passion and I'm hooked onto that taste
Where is my head?
It must be said
I toss and turn
When will I learn?
My hideaway, a safe retreat where things will always seem OK
A higher state, that never seems to tire on me
But I can't doubt that this is starting to decay my personality
My alarm clock starts the day on the worst possible of notes
A tone that will be set in stone that opposites my monotone
Oh, how the worse is over, now I'm here to say
That I've learnt to handle any rotten day
I need it, I hate it, obliterated will
A simple plant that has seen me through the best times of my life
But how it fucks me over when I want things done
With a hold so tight I'm gagging; I cannot break it free
Where is my head?
It must be said
I toss and turn
When will I learn?
Where is my head?
It must be said
I toss and turn
When will I learn?