Perfect Poison

Through a smoke infected dream you decide to take one more hit.
Another one for the go. But once again, you take too much time
deciding what to do, where to go, how long to hold it in.
Too much thinking, too much time. One more hit.
The perfect poison.
But on the other hand, the dream is so much better when your
intoxicated.
So what's it going to hurt? Forget about everything else.
Perfection is only so good with the right state of mind.
So ease your heart, forget your head, borrow someone elses soul.
This one's for you, this one's for the only decision you'll ever have to make anymore.
One more hit, a little less pain, a little more smoke.
Glazed eyes, crushed thoughts, and the room is spinning.
That's not all it is, because in a second, you know you're going to pass out.
So what's it going to hurt? I think it's a little bit better when you don't remember anyway.
So let it go. You'll wake up to whatever you're going through in the morning anyway.