If she asked

It's there,
this party sucks anyway,
might as well,
been meaning to try,

so sucking in different forms,
watching my own words turn to smoke,
can't remember why,

she doesn't like it,
so I'll quit,

I don't mind this,
they are all depressed,
with broken plans to run away,
although I wish I had,

over her now,
pass it round,
no substance,
but hold it there anyway,
head rush will do now,

I don't need this to make me happy.

still here,
still packed with substitutes,
just to try,
I really would give it up if she asked,
I would,
but she won't,
she'll just make another joke,
and i'll feel bad,

so i'll do it again,

I don't need this to make me happy,
although it does,

who am I kidding,
everything else is on top,
I explain i'm not another stereotype,
because I'm not,
because I really would give it up if she asked,

I think about it too much anyway.

C,
it's not so bad,
it's only a mock anyway,
and yeah i'll camp with you then,
that powder sounds fun,
isn't that the stuff that can kill you though?
it's not like I have anything else to do,
just don't talk about this,
while I slide the my pipe away from her eyes,

I don't need this to make me happy,
although it does.