I was contemplating sorts when i sat under your porch.
i was slowly thinking as my fingers grabbed another torch.
I put it to my lips and i tried to light it fast,
just to get a little smoke for my alveoli to grasp
but i guess I'm out of luck, it looks my lighter is broken
so i walk inside and sit right down, pick up a book from Tolkien.
Its just the kind of play to help my mind drift away,
"did i tell you i was going to try and stop smoking today?"
"I know I've said it before but this time I'm really serious
i haven't smoked all day, now I'm feeling real delirious"
Is this a song or just a rip from the bong?
I guess we tried to write some poem, but i guess i did it wrong...

Now I'm sitting down, and I'm playing my guitar
and I'm watching as you clumsily try to unlock your car.
I said "hey, if i may, you want to come and drink some wine?"
You said, "gosh boy, you look fine i just dont have the time"
"You see, i am far too busy living my life somewhere else,
and if i stay and drink with you, i might end up on the shelf"
and so i said, "thats ok, I'll get over it soon"
I told her now i draw my smiles just like a cartoon.
Truth is, you wont come back, and I'll be dead if you do.
But the chances are you'll wisen up and kill yourself too...