wrote this while puffing away at my pop can haha


Ode to Mary Jane

Mommy missed my game again
[[take another hit]]
Mommy is to blame again
[[take another hit]]
she's so wasted she can't walk again
[[take another hit]]

When i was very young
Maybe five or six
I'd have these nightly dreams
Where everything was fixed

No more money troubles
Friends were there for keeps
Screaming didn't echo
And nightmares didn't creep

Now as i grow up
the dreams are here again
Locked up in my head
and exhaled through gritted teeth

Flying like the bird
I always wished to be
We're flying high again
Leave troubles for the sea


**punctuation purposely missing
BOgart.bitch Reviewed by BOgart.bitch on . ode to mary jane wrote this while puffing away at my pop can haha Ode to Mary Jane Mommy missed my game again ] Mommy is to blame again ] she's so wasted she can't walk again Rating: 5