Miss MaryJane's Disease

MaryJane, Miss MaryJane,
you’ve summer’s flavor in your brain,
you’re coursing through my every vein,
forever sunshine, never pain.

It’s loving in this special way
that steals my soul and makes my day,
I simply have no words to say,
until you start to fade away.

Oh MaryJane, I don’t feel right.
Now those thoughts will soon ignite;
they’re flames that give off little light,
the moon just will not shine tonight.

Words are rushing through my head,
I do not sleep, I lay in bed
I guess I’ll catch up when I’m dead,
but just for now, disease has spread.

MaryJane, Miss MaryJane,
I thought you’d always numb my pain,
now I’m ill and quite insane.
No more sunshine, only rain.

Now there’s nothing I can do
to drain myself and start anew.
There’s reasons I won’t see this through;
the reasons I’ll confess to you...

Fake happiness inside that G,
he’d rather kiss his bowl than me.
It’s safe to say and clear to see,
this sickness simply can’t be free.

MaryJane, Miss MaryJane
with summer’s flavor in your brain,
I’m sorry that I just complain,
I really cannot stand this rain.