Smoke a joint and chill out July 30th, 2006

Walking through life with eyes glued to the concrete.
Maybe if you don't look in people's eyes, they won't talk.
Hiding your fears by focusing on your feet.
Wishing the walk home wasn't so long.
Thinking about the six footer in the corner of your bedroom.
Imagining the stash you have under your mattress.
If you were stoned, you could look anywhere but the ground.
But being sober causes you to get lost in your head.
A dark place to wander at night, perils at every turn.
If you only had a flashlight, you could clean out the closet.
The skeletons are piling up, and you can't have any company.
Isn't there a company who cleans out your skeletons.
I thought I saw an ad in the yellow pages.
Oh no, my bad, it was in the news. 
They are called the Mob.
Ha.
Just get stoned and forget about the rest of it, you tell yourself.
But how many times in the past have you been wrong?
Exactly!