One Ganjanuary

You’ve got me on ganja
Rosey in danger
Metaphoric- a fuzzy stranger
Better look out behind ya

You’ve got my temperature mixed up
My chores aren’t fussed to matter: pause,
and when my head gets shaken up
It’s a sign of cause

And decay going out of stray,
Mental is men of tragedy
You’re in the weeds of a good deed
But you’re dead in idea to proceed
You’ve lost your head in  a sign of greed
Too much fun is never had
But darling you’ll never have the same
As us, this is just because…
There’s too less going on in your mind
You are lucky if you ever find
A parallel to yourself without adjust,
This couldn’t get more than any wors-t
If this was the same, and obviously, it aint
And won’t it ever be okay, is something
We mayswell aught to say in response with
Is that we’ll never know okay,
You’ll never be okay, you’ll never find the
Special thing you wake up excited to find every morning,
In hope,
We aint saying do because it don’t… happen,
And anyone who thinks different well there,
Those lines are crossed adjacent

We didn’t say you wouldn’t, but, who knows..

You’ve got me on ganja
Rosey in danger
Metaphoric- a fuzzy stranger
Better look infront of you
Experiment is blue and red xray glasses
Too many purple hands, been fighting in the cold to find
You’ve been up all the long hours and the tall trees
To find the magic, but how tragic, never found it
Better give up on pressing boundaries, pressing buttons:
Panicing because all of a sudden…
You’ll come back to life
You’ll come around
You’ll come around